Empyrium
the franconian woods in winters silence
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Wrapped in morning's silence
Of these emerald streams
Lonesome am I as I hear the ravens cry
Grieving art the morning songs
Above the forest's tranquility
Just ice cold winds whisper to me
As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart
One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart
Enchant like a dream, the Franconian woods
Enchant me, embrace me, Franconian woods
Caught in infinity
In the vastness of countless trees
Oh, what a purity
Lies in the sceneries
Cast for this winter hike
I see the north and its fountain of light
Morning from ice
The scenery of the night
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