A cold fog floats among the meadow
The moon above, full and bright, casts an eerie glow among the mist.
A gentle midnight breeze whistles through the winter trees
Waving ridgedly to the winter rhythm
The ground is hard from the freeze, the dirt cruches under your feet
In the distance a волк howls, its haunting voice pierces your soul
The ghosts of the forest creep from the trees
Their cold embrace freezes Ты to your core
Desperate to escape Ты look into the shadows of the forest
A light in the distance softly shines, beckoning Ты to Присоединиться it.
Ты run, ignoring the distorted screaming faces from the trees, desperate to reach the comforting light.
Ты finally come to it, the light is bright, warm and welcoming
As Ты get closer it engulfs you, sucking Ты into its protective glow
Soon Ты emerge into a different world but it is the same from where Ты came
A mirror world...
Darkness to Light...