Out of the misty forest

The rider came tired and dawncast

A chilly night was descending

The first snows fell forever it would last

Spirits of the woods they do remember

The rider who had wandered for a hundred years

Shadows of the night can be heard whispering

His name that flows in many mortal tears

The night he was his father

Dark and cold where the brothers in his kin

The moon she was his mother

The sisters hi hath where hate, woe and sin

Spirits of the woods they do remember

The rider who had wandered for a hundred years

Shadows of the night can be heard whispering

His name that flows in many mortal tears

Lonely and disappointed

He turned his horse back towards his home

When he left it the first flowers of spring bloomed

Ah, memories old...

Spirits of the woods they do remember

The rider who had wandered for a hundred years

Shadows of the night can be heard whispering

His name that flows in many mortal tears