Winter forest   Winter patterns on the trees   Trudging through the horny bushes   Snow is cracking   Underneath my feet   Broken branches   Shadows grey   My eyes can hardly see   So full of tears      Winter forest   I can hear chanting monks   And his heart so cold and silent   Which is calling    Calling me to come   Hungry ravens   Looking down   But I'm still alive   The power of my will   Is my only guide      There within the woods   My friend will be buried   In the burial ground   Outside of monastery   I must see his funeral   I must be there just in time   Getting late and getting dark   Where's the path I cannot find      Winter forest   Fading whispers in the wind   You rest somewhere six feet under   Snow has covered   All the memories   Hungry ravens   Looking down   But I'm still alive   The power of my will   Is my only guide      There wthin the woods   My friend has been buried   In the burial ground   Outside of monastery   I have seen his funeral   And no comfort will I find