Carach Angren
Here In German Woodland
Once upon a golden day
Of flutter and laughter
And warm sunshine rays
Frolicking in forests
In the afternoon glow
His hands playfully sifting through sand
Here in German woodland
Soon, innocence grew terribly ill
His gaze showing traces of parasitic ill will
The start of a tale that is about to unfold
Singing of woe, of rot and of mould
From Letras Mania