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Howling winds

Withering

Away the moon

The clouds will cover

No remorse

The trees grow old

Reaching forever

While men fought for gold

No remorse

The trees grow old

Reaching forever

The nature's law

Flowing stream

Tear away

Smoothing down

Break down ground

Crumbling house

Remnants are

Staring through

These lidless sockets

All that you have claimed

As your own by right.

All that you have failed

Will come back to haunt you.

All that's been redeemed

All will turn to soil.

No remorse

The trees grow old

Reaching forever

While men fought for gold

No remorse

The trees grow old

Reaching forever

The nature's law

Crying children of the past

Shrieking ghosts, apparitions

All in vain, you will find nothing like solace here

Crying children of the past

Shrieking ghosts, apparitions

All in vain, you will find nothing like solace here