I thought I had seen the first rays of light, yet these woods remain oppressive and dark at night

These visions of glowing eyes in the darkness make me question my own sanity!

I feel as if this forest has a grip on my mind, the lines between dream and reality twined

Like a curse urging me to find the place where I can leave all this behind...

I feel as if this forest has a grip on my mind, the lines between dream and reality twined

Like a curse urging me to find the place where I can leave all this behind...

The ghostly light of the moon will guide my way out of this deep and dark forest

Touched by the light, I feel the burden on my mind is slowly starting to fade...

The dark creatures now giving way to spirits, dancing in the ghostly glow of the moon

The shadows of glowing eyes in the darkness flickering around a snowy dune

And the spirits, controlled by an unknown power, guiding my way towards dawn

I think, the path of my journey keeps going on

And it feels as if this forest has a grip on my mind, the lines between dream and reality twined

Like a curse urging me to find the place where I can leave all this behind...

I feel as if this forest has a grip on my mind, the lines between dream and reality twined

Like a curse urging me to find the place where I can leave all this behind...

I feel as if this forest has a grip on my mind, the lines between dream and reality twined

Like a curse urging me to find the place where I can leave all this behind

But I have to keep wandering, struggling through this eternal fight

In the distance thousands of colors emerge, falling from reflections of the moonlight

The ghostly light of the moon will guide my way out of this deep and dark forest

Touched by the light, I feel the burden on my mind is slowly starting to fade...

A light shimmering through the forest leaves, so subtle and pale yet with an eerie presence

The haunting eyes from the darkness still following my path through the night

And out in the night, I see the source of the light

But in this deceiving forest the end is not yet in sight