Inside of the trees
The ancient spirits are crying
They have lost their beliefs
Appease in their wait of dying
The gates are locked
They are trying to get in
But the guardians of Styx
Are the remains of their sin
Realize that I shall die
Ancient spirits forgiven
Outsiders of the living
The spirits of the trees
Drowning in the cease
Curse of the lost
By abysmal grief
When the trees has died
The ancient spirits are forgiven
Just ancient leftovers
Outsiders of the living