Witch's Wood
by Marcus Draik

Twilight in the den of evil
Silver orange
Silver orange
Twilit trees shed bleak November's
Silver orange hair

Through their furrows halls are hollowed
Jaws forbidding
Fate foreboding
Through their shadows thralls are swallowed
Through enchantment's snare

Moons and seasons sail in passage
Storied ages
Lonesome ages
Moons' and seasons' rhapsodies
From lonesome shadows cry

Twilit steps draw nigh her refuge
One awaited
One awaited
Firm his voice assuring
Through the shadows
Here am I