Sacrement  of widerness

Naked in midwinter magic
Lies an angel in the snow
The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves
An encounter, symbolie, yet truthful
With a hungry choir of woods
An agreement immorial to be born

Dulcef elvenharps from a dryad forest
Accompany all charming tunes
Of a sacrement by a camptine
A promise between the tameless
And the one with a tool
Tonight the journey from a cave begins

I want to hunt with the tameless heart
I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar
We will honor the angel in the snow
We will make the streams for our children flow

Wrapped in furs heneath the northen hights
From my cave i wattch the land untamed
And wonder if some becoming season
Will make the angel melt in shame