Running through the woods.
Young man sees no hope.
No star lights his path.
And the lake calls him.

He cries to the sky
where the cold moon shines.
Not relieving his sorrow.
And the lake calls him.

Lake´s call he can no more resist.
Slowly he walks deeper (and deeper)
until he breathes water.
And the lake takes him.

The blue depths of the lakes
calling mortals in their misery
to vanish in the dark.
And forever rest.

Lake´s surface mirrors the moon.
It´s waves sing a song,
so sad, but yet so fair.
And the call of the lake still
echoes...