To night the moon will cry
Beyond the hateful forest
Soon night...night will rise
In a mantle with frozen snowes...frozen snowes...frozen snowes

I'm alone in a winter night
Under the blacken sky
Forest is so cold
I can hear the whispers of lost souls
And their mourning for missing graves
I can hear the whispers of lost souls
Oh... forest is so cold

Behinde the gates of sky
Where the sights will be lost
Beyond the sacred stars
He has fallen in thorne of the nights

The whispers of lost souls