Through the darkness an between the century oaks
Young and virgin pale maiden’s gotten lost
She was screaming she was asking for a help
And her power slowly melt
Tangled hair on tear-wet face
Lump in throat and a superficial breath
Fell on her knees feeling under tender moss
Cut the silence came a voice
Be mine
Be my lover, be my forest queen
Be my slave and share my spleen
Through the darkness an between the century oaks
Shaggy monster laid down next to her
He was touching velvet skin under the clothes
And the silence heard weak voice
From the oaks crowns looked at bed of love
Breath of monster was surrounded the dove
She will never back to native darling home
Wolfs sang a wedding song
