Текст песни Empyrium - The Franconian Woods in Winter's Silence

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 reigns 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