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