Nights and nights ago I was running through the woods
Knew a shadow was chasing me
The night hunter of the souls
Felt its crystal breath upon my nape
I felt the scissors touching me,
I saw the glow of the blades-or was just a floating guillotine ?
Now time has passed but I m still in the same dream.
I know the crystal breath is mine, mine the blades sparkling in the steam
My secrets in the woods are still hiding
Whispers of the moon leaving their mark
and I choose the single knife that cuts each and every beat of my heart.