Lyrics

The trembling bowstring of a drawn bow Pounding in the moonlight, your heart The beauty of a sharpened blade Thy profile looks very much like that sword point. Lurking in the sadness and anger The only ones who know your true heart are the forest spirits Only the spirits, only the spirits... Lurking in the sadness and anger The only ones who know your true heart are the forest spirits Only the spirits, only the spirits...
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