in the nameless forest of the moonlight flames from the scornful moon surrounded by shadows the trees seems so sore when the wind blows through the silent and red eyed sky ... those countless graves reminds me of the cold in the winds that rules the forest those countless graves seems to rise before my eyes through the sun through the hellish through the forestry - as a shadow from the empty past - like twilight into the dismal night a bright morning light reach my sore eyes - with a flaming smile the sun rises
