Текст песни Under Willow Trees

Cicates cover your blood-red hairs singing their velvet songs. Your soul is lost, forevermore, under the willow trees. Call me dead but my heritage lives to find the grinding answers. One single signe of my weak hands steals the urkraft's power. Strike down the beast of ignorance Feed on the dead corpse's silence. Your life is your own uncertain way Breath a last time - go. Die alone when you come to the end Be alone at the edge of your life A Gate to another world A Place where time stands still The path to the netherhalls under the willow trees.