[Bard:]
Dark forest, it wouldn’t even have come here during the day.
Where the exit does not tell hundreds of annual rings.
Thousands of hearts beat in unison.
You are here somewhere.
Dark forest, it wouldn’t even have come here during the day.
Where the exit does not tell hundreds of annual rings.
Thousands of hearts beat in unison.
You are here somewhere.
[RipBeat:]
He who has not passed this test cannot bear this cross.
There is a dark forest, where the vile demon confused the routes direct to the sea nodes.
A fiery shine, a cutoff is useless, and an aspen stake will lose weight here.
Crackling firewood - you were discovered, because people in those places didn’t see worse.
Paved with troubles, past the stones, straight to heaven.
As if a forgotten grotesque is living, an unknown press slowly falls down.
The ruler, barely visible in the light, will return from the world of shadows,
Knowingly knows the end of the tangled thread on the spindle.
Believe me, no, I wouldn’t go there, but my world has become much darker.
In the goddess of the forgotten wilderness we will live, hold your horses.
Where, as if at the bottom, I thought of her, thoughts drown in guilt,
Until I get smarter, I'm sure I won’t get out of here.
He didn’t leave a mark on the trunks with a knife, the branches were tangled in the net.
Someone created this sect, and people to the cliff go under the effect.
The forbidden rite is able to save or harm us
And again, love will not tell us the answer - here it is unrequited.
Like crack without a boot, then the mind will open, nerves get stronger,
The winding forest again gnaws at the corpse of your cherished dream.
Replace with a copper coin, the words are taped
In abundance of anger, maybe silence will be a victory.
[Bard:]
Step by step, here everyone storms the route.
I will not give up what I truly value. You hear what I’m breathing for.
Higher the struggle for the pedestal, you are boiling and noise,
Someone’s skeleton froze, it is held by crowns, next to a torn snagged parachute.
I hear another jester, a cunning beetle came to hang noodles on his ears.
Hoping to go up the food chain, but runs along the knife.
In this dark forest, where there’s a great chance to run into a bitch,
The predator will come to the slightest noise and sound - and here you are again at the link, somewhere at the very bottom.
What awaits there in the distance: the beach or bald spots? Or now, like a mannequin,
You will swim along the river, slime somewhere silently at the bottom.
Having completed a string of meaningless days. The one who was on a horse dismounted.
Breaking his head, he ran and underestimated the strength of the sticking roots.
And it seems to be a recipe in our pots, but someone had a pot leaking.
Leg crawled into the trap. With rustling leaves, a bear-bear came.
Come on, calm life, for now, do not forget the old man.
Already sideways, poor or rich, when he got to the enemy’s dining table.
And one would have to be smarter: to think about life, about my family.
It would be necessary to go into the light, to be where there are no branches.
Where the dark forest loosens the grip. In the abode of misfortune, here everyone drags his cross.
The predator goes on brushwood crackling.
Chorus:
[Bard:]
Dark forest, it wouldn’t even have come here during the day.
Where the exit does not tell hundreds of annual rings.
Thousands of hearts beat in unison.
You are here somewhere.
Dark forest, it wouldn’t even have come here during the day.
Where the exit does not tell hundreds of annual rings.
Thousands of hearts beat in unison.
You are here somewhere.
