Silver moonlight glitters on the field 
Mourning the souls of the deceased 

The wind still blows 
As a girl passes by 
Making the dust 
And the leaves fly high 

Ooh... tell me little girl 
How can you make the air swirl? 
Ooh... can you hear the wind weep? 
One day you'll hear when I speak 

Ooh... Summoner of wind 
Please... put my soul to peace 
Eyes... can't be forgotten 
Show me what's real heaven 

All those dark nights that you spent in fear 
All those fearsome things you happened to hear 
Now they have vanished as you found your peace 
May the dead forgave our [bad word]  selfish sins? 

Dreaming of [bad word] fists that says "here you stay" 
Remember those who said "don't be afraid"