Ielele

The forest stirs with whispers all around
The moon ignites, listen to the storm
And the wind flies through their hair
The quiet night churns their footsteps

They are the spirits, the spirits, the wild ones
They are the spirits, the spirits, the wild ones

And their bodies on the barren ground
In the frenzy of the dance, by the firelight
The forest stirs with whispers all around
The moon ignites, listen to the storm

They are the spirits, the spirits, the wild ones
They are the spirits, the spirits, the wild ones

Like a dream, they call you to them
Don't look into their eyes
In your mind, they urge you to forget
Don't let yourself be lost in dreaming

Their footsteps in the night are heard among the whispers
Their shadows gently descend
They fade into the haze, only bitter tears remain
Behind them, you melt away with longing