Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees
There deep, deep in the forest night Children dance the waltz They laugh whispering hand in hand, Just like children like to do Their eyes, what are
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees
(Lyrics translated by R. Devon) Sleep then my princess, oh sleep Slowly the grey shadows creep Forest and meadow are still Peace falls on valley and
Lift us up into the heavens Symbol of the light of love Are you spinning, little Dreidel? Spinning tales of long ago Spinning past the little cradle
[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
will make it amusing- you and I- Ja? Herr Ludwig- this is for you: The sun on the meadow is summery warm. The stag in the forest runs free. But gather
- some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty. From the cradle
The sun on the meadow is summery warm The stag in the forest runs free But gathered together to greet the storm Tomorrow belongs to me Tomorrow belongs
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they
Cradling stones hold fire bright As crickets call out to the moonlight And as you lean in to steal a kiss I'll never need more than this We all share
groped till raging blow Impaling bare-clothed like dagger thrown by embittered foe Beneath the flickering eyes of night there under firwoods branch, he rests In the cradle
no life's remained Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics By the name of LEGION In the imperishable area of heaths, woods and lakes They've been cradled
candle Like a newborn in a cradle Forgotten at days For autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning
with dicks (REPEAT 2X) Murderous verses, Motherfuckers won't even make it to the chorus They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
Thy souls in flames of anger, and cruelty cradle thee In times of war and dragons lore, unleashing unto me Deepest red born winter, for none so dark