The Franconian Woods in Winter's Silence
Wrapped in morning silence of December's treesLonesome am I as I hear the ravens cryGrieving art the morning songsAbove the forest's tranquillityJust ice cold winds whisper to meAs if a velvet robe would wrapMy bleeding heartA gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apartEnchantLike a dreamThe Franconian woodsEnchant meEmbrace meFranconian woodsCaught in infinityIn the vastness of countless treesO what a purityLies in these sceneriesCursed for this winter hikeI see the dawn and its fountain of lightMorning of ice1A scenery of night