L'appel des bois [English translation]

Young boy of the cities,

He has never seen the night,

Total and pure

He flees one moonless evening

The call of the woods,

Wild sorcerer,

With her Echo bewitches the hearts

Frank and cold, the night terrorizes him

He runs, he screams and the terror makes him gray

The breeze intoxicates and raises him

Exhausted, he's crying, eternal and brief tear

The old chapel,

In a clear clearing,

At daybreak…

The little one pushes the heavy door

He enters,

And falls on his knees at the feet of the Virgin Mary

The sun, through the stained glass windows,

With a ray of light, touches the charmed child

And since that moment, like a goblin of groves,

He runs, he runs again. He dances in the forest.

• Artist:Vae Victis
• Album:Vae Victis