Blood Under the Tree

Blood under the tree
 Blood under the tree
 Red drops in the snow
 Whispers in the wind
 Silent growling
 Gaze turning to darkness
 Overwhelming shame inside
 Scream in the truth of blindness
 Inside the darkness need no eyes
 Desecrated human being
 Look down on herself
 Through the pain of living
 Find a release for death
 Look down on herself
 Blood under the tree, who are you when no one's watching?
 Blood stains the soil, where haunted memories are growing
 Seeking release by death
 Looking for the light
 Inside, suffering beneath
 There's a dim light that fights inside
 Take this pain away from me
 Why don't you take me there?
 Where I can find
 Haven of tranquility
 Desecrated human being
 Look down on herself
 Through the pain of living
 Find a release for death
 Look down on herself
 Blood under the tree, who are you when no one's watching?
 Blood stains the soil, where haunted memories are growing
 Blood under the tree, are you crying inside 'though no one's listening?
 Blood stains the soil where wounds of your soul are torn open
 When the night is falling, there's darkness calling your name
 In your dreams you are still running, but can never run away
 You can see how the shadows are moving and how they are touching your face
 You can hear when the silence is screaming, like darkness they're screaming your name
 Blood under the tree, is what you can see, every time when you're closing your eyes
 Those haunted memories, from under the tree, won't let you sleep, you cannot be free
 Violent views, shattered memories, night by night past came haunting in your dreams
 Grim of the crime, have dimmed the light, No one can see you 'cause sun hasn't risen yet
 Blood under the tree, who are you when no one's watching?
 Blood stains the soil, where haunted memories are growing
 Blood under the tree, are you crying inside 'though no one's listening?
 Blood stains the soil where wounds of your soul are torn open
 Blood under the tree, who are you when no one's watching?
 Blood stains the soil, where haunted memories are growing
 Blood under the tree, are you crying inside 'though no one's listening?
 Blood stains the soil where wounds of your soul are torn open