The Weeping Trees

So here you stand the wolf eyed ghost
Separate ways only seconds decide it
The black ones face is petrified
Solely one finger still reigns at this place
Don't look over the trees are liars
They can not really absolve you from your guilt.

Left you should go right the moribund path
Now feel one last time the warmth of her blood.

Blood the blood of your mothers heart
It runs through your hands now.

Now it is time to accept the gift
Grant the timber to pass through your white skin
One last song before the dark king receive them alone.

By weeping soaked trees
Your siblings they wait.

It's just the pain of your own despair
I know it's hard to see this faceless ones
But how strong is the will to survive
When everything is nothing but dust
And your first leaves have fallen
Only then judge.

Up in the sky the birds as souls which fly away
Now the crying has ceased the smoke can't deny
It was not a lie.