Testo di Burning Tree

Father left her Gave her to him In front of the old tree Her remains in silence Her remains still Remember the bonfire Burning roofs Screaming wifes Painful reddening Of the clear blackish sky And they fled Gathered around the tree White dress, white flowers Father gave her And she never wept All must die All must burn Father left her But she'd never cry In the middle of chaos, The howlings, time has come ! In the middle of suffering, the howlings, time has come !