Beneath the stars
Through endless shadows
Hunter runs for owl

But in the wood
Is dangerous border
That all the ancient fears

And spirit whispers

Your eyes are closed
For eternity
You have found your end

But hunter runs
As obsessions stronger
His senses out of mind

He passes the border
And gets in circle
Where death is overall

His body is flying
Fastest winds there blow
He never gets
To the Land of Oaks.