The Wonderer stopped to turn over a rock.
The rock gave way...
and what was below...
ruined his day.
There was an owl that lived in an oak,
The more he heard the less he spoke,
The less he spoke the more he heard,
Oh, let us be like this wise bird.
The Black Forest welcomes me
as a wolf hungry for the blood...
He welcomes me to dream in him
Weaves me up by the silver's moon dream.