With the silence that only the evening can bring
The forest sighs one last time
Nothing but dark bones remain of what was once a sea of u200bu200bflames
Like bloody tears The clothes of the silent, ancient trees fell on them. They sang as one to the song of the wind, which came from far away to bathe in the sea of u200bu200bcolors. The sound of it warm words are forgotten
Now he brings certain death
I breathe the last breath of life and take in what will soon pass