(lyrics for a gothic metal album)
Leaves of the dead tree... dry and wrinkled
Barely held up by bent limbs.
The mystic forest at the mainland's edge,
Lapping the moonlight greedily.
Greenish eyes in the ghostly forest...
They are searching for the proper souls.
Patches of light far in the sky depth.
Thoughts of the ancient Gods.
Deities are looking for the true souls,
All the Deities pray to the Man.
Deep in the dark mystic forest,
Right at the border-line.
Shed, shed thy black leaves.