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