Torches blazing through the trees
The falling snow blurs all footprints
Eccentric forms escort the gone
Still mourning through the night
All this mourning in these nights
Is illumed by the fullmoon
Ravens floating through the nightsky
The frosty ground encases the buried
Blood stains the frozen ground
The Forest whispers its hymns
Lost souls are straying through the fog
These ancient torchlight funerals
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