A White Light Over The Forest

The absence of darkness to the reverse path
A path to which the light strikes its rays in your heart
The corpse of an old man lying on the side of that path
Beholding a white light over the forest

The birds sing, their melodies catch the essence
The pureness of their souls compels them to sing
The screams of the night, interrupt the calm of the forest
The mist stalks death with stealth

The corpse of an old man lying on the side of that path
Beholding a white light over the forest
The screams of the night, interrupt the calm of the forest
The mist stalks death with stealth

The absence of darkness to the reverse path
A path to which the light strikes its rays in your heart
The birds sing, their melodies catch the essence
The pureness of their souls compels them to sing

The mountains receive the cold fog, make it their own
The abyss adorned with lush trees and pines
They are painted white, the white light approaches
A white light over the forest signals your arrival