The dying tree haunts the young one's light
As the bark divulge its secrets...

The house is burning
Ravaged and betrayed...

The quiet moon glistens
on my cold shivering sweat...

I was dreaming of dying,
in some distant future of mine...

The dead space between our hearts
Is the distance between you and I...

Red is the color of the trees,
covered in blood that...

I was dreaming for hours
walking in harvested fields of grey...

The whirl wind comes up
through the ground covered with leaves...

The dark forest edged upon
the fields of running blood...

She exhales the cruel words of hurt,
that rise and fall like gentle...