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 & Uuml; bermensch 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