Here in the woods cold and wet,
For whom the sleep comes down the sky?
For those who wakes the morningrise.
Abandoned moths, sleep they get.
Tempted they're by morning lights.
Temptation is a human nature
And Forest is a violation
Of Earthly will that has no rights.
Fire crushed the trees on me,
Moths got their last flight
Between the leafs,
Between the trees,
Here in the woods
I cry...
