Bahted in the rust of moon
Is the death beds lullaby
Sung so softly with the stars
Reflected in her eyes
[Chorus:]
It's the blaze that beckons men
Into the woods, of beaten path
Is the sight of the fire that
No maiden's eyes should have
Iron does as iron's told
And drinks of life's red gold
But shame won't leave with dying breathe
The life that wants it's own death
And the forest hums its silent hymn
Heard by those of solitude
As mist it wells
Up the brook's dark banks
Bewitched by there fir woods
[Chorus]
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