Once in the silence of the woods   In the shadows of a crescent moon      The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne   The ears enjoy silent songs   "i have seen things and heard talks   Thy eyes are blind and ears deaf to      Words carried in the nightly breeze   Images in the autumnal grass"   Once in the silence of the woods   Under the spiral of oaken branches      Breathing slowly, heart pounding weakly   Shadows floating towards his eyes      "I have heard thee come since the moon was full   The owls knew what thou knew not   Oh thee children, thee almighty creatures   Ignorant are thee of thy width of knowledge      Under question should thou place thy concepts   Of Ubermensch and Untermensch   For man has never, and will never even be positioned      Hath the words of the crow   Vanished with the echo into the night   Descended dark shadows   And covered the eyes      No sorrow felt the old crow   The secrets he revealed would remain as such