Real as a sin 

The lonely sinner, followed by the wolves, as they wonder, the wreath she is fighting for ? The thoughts of the forest unfold,

-She hears, Oh she listens

She wishes to be her,

High skies whiles she glistens 

-He tries, Oh he dies ! 

Through mist, she ran,

She dances, and lies.

Now surrounded by the forest, the wolves chant her soul. He knows, he catches the sight of the love, taken by the owl.