Wind of a Dismal Past Lyrics

In the nameless forest of the moonlight flames
From the scornful moon surrounded by shadows
The trees seem so sore when the wind blows
Through the silent and red eyed sky...

Those countless graves reminds me of the cold
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

Those countless graves reminds me of the cold
The cold in the winds that rules the forest