Empyrium - The Franconian Woods In Winters Silence (2006) Wrapped in morning's silence Of these emerald streams Lonesome am I as I hear the ravens cry Grieving art the morning songs Above the forest reigns tranquility Just ice cold winds whisper to me As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart Enchant like a dream, the Franconian woods Enchant me, embrace me, Franconian woods Caught in infinity, In the vastness of countless trees Oh, what a purity, Lies in the sceneries Cast for this winter hike I see the north and its fountain of light Morning from ice, The scenery of the night