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Sleeping forest is keeping the voices And the silently moon's cold shine. Without words their eyes we are closing. In the wait of repentance our old god is tired. Fell their pain,feel their grief(sorrow)! And in that realm of silence Is shimmering the ghostly shadows. Pain... The silence of the moon held sway Here both the life and death are tangled Pain... Where is the valor of the fallen? And memory for the alive? Here's blood of children and their cries That scratching in my breast like knives... Stop,people,you are deaf! Dream,it's an awful dream I want to awake sooner Dream,it's a death's dream I can't be awaken...