Cold breeze blows in a misty grove
Making dying leaves
Fall on the Forgotten one
Sleeping in a frost-covered ground
Waiting for someone to find his lonely grave

And so did winter come over the grove
With beautiful, pure white snow
Covering all the tracks of struggle and fight
Of an ending life

In a grove sleeping
Silently sighing
Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul

Coldness is creeping
Only one sleeping
In the grove covered with cold winter snow

Northern winter in darkness and cold
Makes the icy tears spring in his lonely soul
Sitting next to his own frozen corpse
He wishes he could rest and haunt no more

After the winter came a blooming spring
White wood anemones within
Where his body rested, flowers turned red
As if marking his bloodstained bed

In a grove sleeping
Silently sighing
Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul

Coldness is creeping
Only one sleeping
In the grove covered with cold winter snow

In a grove sleeping
Silently sighing
Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul

Coldness is creeping
Only one sleeping
In the grove covered with cold winter snow