The Franconian Woods in Winter's Silence

Wrapped in morning's silence

Of December's tree

Lonesome am I as I hear the raven's cry

Grieving art the mourning songs

Above the forest reigns tranquility

Just ice cold winds whisper to me

As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart

One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart

A charm, like a dream

The franconian woods

Enchant me, embrace me

Franconian woods

Caught in infinity

In the vastness of countless trees

Oh, what a purity

Lies in the sceneries

Cursed for this winter hike

I see the dawn, its fountain of light

Morning glory – ethereal night