Blood Under the Tree Songtext

von Zenith Reunion

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