Grim is the call of the night
The distant willow sleeps an eerie dream
Sadness drinks the light of the moon from my eyes
Blissful in the snowfall coming night
A haunt in the trees
In the pale evening breeze
Still the dread
Night lifts the eyelid of the dead
A light smiles in the gallowtree
Lone distance weeps
Sang to the nightful
Envy of life
Far from darkening villages at night