Here in the forest gold
Is a love song brewing
As if the word of Life itself
Decided to come and play
This..
.. Song of harmony..
.... Pumping the depths of the heart..
...... Bringing corpses..
.... To..
.. Life..

Aye..
Were we not corpses,
howling to the big black moon?
Were we not corpses,
to whom those in loss weep to?
Aye..
Indeed, we were corpses..

But...