...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 [bad word] 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