The Forest - Gregorian

Each time the bell tolls

I feel inner change

Crossing the bridge

From the weak to the tainted

There we will meet with the true sires of her

Calling up spirits of love and desire

Slip through the dark

As my bones turn to rust

For there’s nothing to keep me

From what I’ve become

Let the darkness

Keep my secret

Will she hold me

Till the dead of night

Till the fall of might

Punish me now

For my world is surrounded

With inkblots of madness

And cold empty halls

Will the forest fold me in her wings

Keep me silent strike the daemon within

Find my solace in her weary arms

Then I will be saved by the night

No longer slave to my mind

Sweet redemption

Suffer the screams as I walk through this land

Suffer the empty regret by my hand

Conquer the mountains I moulded with tears

Retrace catastrophe now burning clear

Punish me now

As my bones turn to rust

For there’s nothing to save me

From what I’ve become

Will the forest fold me in her wings

Keep me silent strike the daemon within

Find my solace in her weary arms

Then I will be saved by the night

No longer slave to my mind

I will be saved by the night

No longer slave to my mind

Sweet redemption