We are the winds in our forest You can hear just our sounds But our sounds has woebegone You can feel our cold figures We are dust of our longer trees Our longer trees before burning Before as they feel the lands of this black forest full of thorns We are the black mist of thy moon We had to embracing moon's griefs, everytime But if you see thy gray moon You can feel our griefs In the lands of darkness Darkest lands of this darken moon... We are wish Dead wish of this light But we are on the all lights... Because, we are darkness...