Bahted in the rust of moon
Is the death beds lullaby
Sung so softly with the stars
Reflected in her eyes

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

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