Bahted in the rust of moon
Is the death beds lullaby
Sung so softly with the stars
Reflected in her eyes
Chorus:
It`s the blaze that beckons men
Into the woods, of beaten path
Is the sight of the fire that
No maiden`s eyes should have
Iron does as iron`s told
And drinks of life`s red gold
But shame won`t leave with dying breathe
The life that wants it`s own death
And the forest hums its silent hymn
Heard by those of solitude
As mist it wells
Up the brook`s dark banks
Bewitched by there fir woods
Chorus
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