Interpret:

Insomnium

Album:

In the Halls of Awaiting

...this path leads into dark...


In shrouding veil of thickening dusk,
In the caress of darkening woods
There winds my path, narrow and fading 


Let this twilight linger upon me
Moon and stars take over when sun has fled
And bring her scent to me


May the blowing of winds cease
And all birds fall silent from singing
May the dreary waters lay still
And hands of time stop turning


So in forms of evening mist
I can feel her slender grace
In shades of deep green
I can drown in her tender eyes


What a cruel world left for me to roam alone
These journeys are filled with craving
These moments with loss


Neither the glittering dew on moors
Nor the the whispering wind in dales
But only these shadows 
Of green can remind me of her