Another flies flew to my wood
They are dinning, making me sick
Unaware of their fate
And so the nightmare begins
The child sees me, I'm gleaming so bright
His father holds him, his arms are no shield
The boy's still raving, losing his mind
Now, let the hunt begin...
Expecting the shining, but seeing the night
Running, but standing still
Deluding your thoughts and enticing your mind
I'm haunting your sweetest dreams
I am the song of the ancient trees
The angel with broken wings
I am the silver river that flows
The mist 'tween the willows so bleak
When night overshadows the lustrous sky
And sylvan kingdom awakes
Behind the lake of erring souls
Lost wanderers meet their fate
Your throne still awaits
In the place where life meets death
The forest clearing where no one goes
With nights as eternal as days
I am the song of the ancient trees
The angel with broken wings
I am the silver river that flows
The rustle of withering leaves
My daughters are dancing here by the stream
Their hands are stroking the grass
Their eyes are the flickering stars
And hair is the dust of the sky
So as the boy joined the spirit's waltz
And heard the funeral bells
The sweetest temptation enchanted his thoughts
He'll never be back again
The father rides faster than the wind can blow
Still chasing the hopeful light
Arrives at the royal hall
And sees his son is dead