[R Nattefrost and J Nordavind]

At the great wood's mouth,
by the deep cave's door
I listened to something
I had heard before

The wood's mouth
In a field I am the absence
Wherever I am
I am what is missing
And in silence I observe

When I walk I part the air
and always the air moves in
To fill the spaces
where my body has been

I close my eyelids
There was nothing more to say
I've seen it all before
But, I find comfort in silence,
summer melacholia
The air shivered against my skin
Dark leaned into my eyes

Those threatening clouds
The sweet music of the summer rain
The mist in early hours
The dominant winds