The haunt of wolves
　　The more shrill the wind [1]
　　Roared, shaking mad
　　Towering forests, crashing so I do not know
　　Pain is not pain, dry sound [2]
　　These stalwart trees, no tears
　　Forest has been frozen lake
　　About the knotted
　　Starry swoop down
　　Partridge illness keys thrown
　　Spinning out of the Quartet [3]
　　I listened to the silence of a depression
　　See Margaret distant light smoke, blood share
　　Rustic hometown of land
　　Blasted to eat wild [4]