Paroles:
Whispering Forest

as the same the glowing moonlight reflects in my eyes whispering ... shadows a grotesque touch of the dead eclipse my way to await me whispering ... shadows whispers

Through this life of mine telling wanton lies saying sensless words laughing at my faults... Can I trust her? How? Vultures wait my fall cawing grief

Through the falling snow she gracefully flies. A sight not to be seen by awoken eyes. Every time when asleep, I chase her through landscapes. I still

hope for the death of the sun. See the rise of black godess, from the torment. It shades the land, leading you into the darkest side. Portrait this forest

dreams. Only an echo is here... A curse is laid on me, spelled by the past. My eyes can not see but I hear at last. Whispering of forgotten voices,

symphony, sad songs of the dying ones. I can hear the symphony, symphony of the dying swans. In darkened copse, are whispering shadows. From the blackened forest

[The Emcee plays a recording on a phonograph.] [BOY SOPRANO] The sun on the meadow is summery warm. The stag in the forest runs free. But gather together

It had already become day as he opened the big wooden door and stepped out of the shadows. The sun had shown behind the eastern forest, bright and warm

Of war and peace the truth just twists Its curfew gull just glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the