Walk through the dark woods,
Those eerie eyes keep prying,
The night sky and the moon as witnessed,
For the weakened man make his last hurl,
This is war,
As the soil become damp with red,
The sky gets dimmer,
Let the stories of broken man written here,
Land of unspoken hope,
Where dream and desire meet the end of the road,
The unforgettable sight for an innocent soul,
All those beautiful words,
Remain untold,
Become a tale for the wind,
