Bathory - Foreverdark woods

Evening is falling, all still around me The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride The unseen is watching from behind each stone and pine Slowly the golden dise of the sun is setting Beyond the rim of Nordland at the end of long day Slowly the ominous dark descend upon all Engulfing all land and heaven and the shore of Asa bay Here lie the bones of our fathers long gone Deep in the soil of these woods Among these great trunks legends were born Here many great battles stood Trotting the trail, my stallion cautions Present the spirits of foreverdark woods We rest by the fire, the shadows come to life by its light Three brothers, sons of white wolf, observed by the eyes of the night Night is long where the sunlight is pale The fear is strong when you ride in the dawn Down foreverdark woods trail Heavy the turf, bone meal and blood Raise high you pine towards shy Firm in the soil, tree trunks of gods Like dragon ship masts straight and high Reaching the glade, ride on to Asa bay Watched by the spirits of foreverdark woods