The Forest کے بول

The Forest The delight of pain stays forever The delight of pain and self-extermination I see as the blooding Sun is going away And the Sun-scorched trees of the old forest The tops of which are spreading the wasting In the deep silence of inaccassible woods Inaccassible woods I feel the song of the dark night Which the cry of wild birds is cutting I am the prince of dark thick forest I am the lord of the dark night The dark forest is the feeling of inexplicable fear The pleasure of which is the pleasant pain I am the master of fear I am the prince of the dark thick forest Of all animals and birds living in them I am the lord of the dark night And the black mystery I am the keeper of the spirits And ancient historys I am the lord of the dark old forest