If you think the forest
is a mystic place for relaxing
then you are wrong......
the forest of Koppigen....
I've been told.....
this story began on cloudy summer night.....
the night before the storm
Before the storm began to break
I walked slowly through this place
leaves whispering in the clouds of trees
it's 1998 and lightning cracks near
Before the storm.......it's 1998 and I feel fear
Chorus
But now, I am struck by a bolt,
deep in my brain, deep in my memories
lost alone in the storm
surrounded by lightning
caught in my body and my soul
I feel my body begin to decompose,
just like a little angel pose
climbing plants grab me by the hands....
down in a hole - back in this time
Chorus
I wake up, I can't hear the sound of the freeway
where, where, where in God's name am I ?
awake in a land filled with scents,
where the good old sagas have been told
from far away a rider comes to me
I think I know him.....
Kurt was his name
Chorus
back in 1298
is a mystic place for relaxing
then you are wrong......
the forest of Koppigen....
I've been told.....
this story began on cloudy summer night.....
the night before the storm
Before the storm began to break
I walked slowly through this place
leaves whispering in the clouds of trees
it's 1998 and lightning cracks near
Before the storm.......it's 1998 and I feel fear
Chorus
But now, I am struck by a bolt,
deep in my brain, deep in my memories
lost alone in the storm
surrounded by lightning
caught in my body and my soul
I feel my body begin to decompose,
just like a little angel pose
climbing plants grab me by the hands....
down in a hole - back in this time
Chorus
I wake up, I can't hear the sound of the freeway
where, where, where in God's name am I ?
awake in a land filled with scents,
where the good old sagas have been told
from far away a rider comes to me
I think I know him.....
Kurt was his name
Chorus
back in 1298