Paroles de Self Murdered Woods

Laments all around Are echoing strongly It seems they’re coming From between thickets I put my hand on a branch It’s breaking under my move Red blood is streaming from the wound While a dead tree is screaming of agony Why are you hurting me? Don’t you think We have already enough suffering? This dead choir’s singing harshly A painful grim requiem The trunk is shivering of terror The bark is brutally skinned These trees are alive I see their human forms They are yelling of self-suffering Scorched by the sharpened claws of the Harpies Who are violating them eternally At most of their three arms Hanged up high by a natural rope Their terrestrial bodies Slaughtered by their own mortal hand All are doomed eternally to suffer These are the self-murdered woods All dead are watching me While they are screaming Beasts are eating them up with avidity As I run away from this torment Giving pain to all these suicidal spirits Rivers of blood, broken members Symphony of wounds And light of predators These are the self-murdered woods