The Forest That Weeps (Summer) - Wintersun

I am the mist in the morning

I am the moss in the ground

You are the light that cuts through the stone

I am the worms in the dirt

I am the branches reaching the sky

You are the source, the orchestrator of life

In the dark rain the gray mountains sing

A sad song of winter and the howling wind

Visions of the past in the haunting dreams

Under the dead sky, under the withered trees

The night falls upon the forest that weeps

Father of shadows that forever sleeps

I saw the lakes that shimmer

I head the clanging of the wild rivers

You are the voice that carries throughout the land

I felt the strength of my ancestors

As I walked through the land of the dead

You are the fire that burns forever

In the dark rain the gray mountains sing

A sad song of winter and the howling wind

Visions of the past in the haunting dreams

Under the dead sky, under the withered trees

The night falls upon the forest that weeps

Father of shadows that forever sleeps

In the dark rain the gray mountains sing

A sad song of winter and the howling wind

Visions of the past in the haunting dreams

Under the dead sky, under the withered trees

The night falls upon the forest that weeps

Father of shadows that forever sleeps