Текст песни Shape of Despair — Sylvan-night

Sweet bleak bliss
Of these pale mists passes…
And I watch in trance how this weather's
Wind howls between the trees…
And how these last signs of light
Smoothly dance within…
Trying to ease this dark burden…
Just let me emerge in
And touch sylvan-night…
Carefully they caress me
And touch gently…
Though my worlds are not spoken here
And never revealed…
I do dream this in myself
As I'm painfully wrapped in leaves…