Here in German Woodland - Carach Angren

Once upon a golden day

Of flutter and laughter

And warm sunshine rays

Frolicking in forests

In the afternoon glow

His hands playfully sifting through sand

Here in German woodland

Soon, innocence grew terribly ill

His gaze showing traces of parasitic ill will

The start of a tale that is about to unfold

Singing of woe, of rot and of mould