Go to the dark ancient silent forest Out of your mind into cold land in the skyshine Where past will make the future of lost Anticipating life under coldest Sun. Where real is the some kind of false And where you'll be flying in time. Somber and void saving melting soul from the dark light You will deny every word of gloom in the sight Fly to the land of thy unborn dream To the fascination of landscapes See all the places of that stark realm Save in thy mind the feeling you can take Sunrise foreshadows end Of your journey to desolation. Silence saturating thy head Will lead sinful soul to salvation