I fear the light, I was always loving night  thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning  Dark night-the muse of my words  I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence    To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips  Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks  Words cannot represent what thought looses  so let be led and hear    The forest below the midnight shadow, the trees will spread their shroud  It is time of spell beginning, of merger with eternal world of darkness    We are the children of the darkness seducted by the light  Moon and stars, our lives are in them  Nothing but deep forest, the domination of wooden soul  hides unbound beauty of shattered dreams    Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow  by roots chained never-dying dream  Wood imperium, great and beautiful  life and belief drowned in the chilly night    I fear the light, I was always loving night  thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning  Dark night-the muse of my words  I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence    To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips  Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks  Words cannot represent what thought looses  so let be led and hear    Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow  by roots chained never-dying dream  Wood imperium, great and beautiful  life and belief drowned in the chilly night