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When an icy cold makes you cry

And that Old age makes you die, slowly

I'm Deprived of my sons

The greenery among the bricks, alone

I seek someone who'd engrave my flesh

where are the young lovers who used to kiss

My folliage is so cold, cold, cold

so cold with the wind

When the veil of night is falling down

and obscures all my defaced soul again

oh.. Beloved God, open your arms,

and old tree wanna give up the ghost.

the Woodcutter is here for me

he's discovering my purity

Through the Blade of my relief

He's turning me into a Martyr

My Bark's Burning

My Sap's bleeding

Listen to Angels call

And of my anger my corpse Spatters

By fire and Sword

I sought someone who'd engrave my flesh

where were the young lovers who used to kiss

My whole being is so cold, cold, cold

so cold

I'm fading Away.....