• In the dark of the forest
  Where the shadows move
  At the rhythm of the wind
  And the typing of the rain
  In the dark of the forest
  Where you do not see a hand in hand
  Slides a soul under the tree
  But he is not present
  In the dark of the forest
  He is sitting there with curved back
  Run through the rain
  There is no way back
  In the dark of the forest
  Is he mother soul alone?
  Just the shadow of the trees
  Watch around him
  In the dark of the forest
  Hit the path
  Waiting for the morning
  That wakes him out of his dream
  In the dark of the forest
  Where the night radiates her silence
  Sits a lonely man
  In the darkness lost
  That was the hunter
  A mouth like a gun
  With words like bullets
  22h