tree of life
beneath the trees the snow fall down
but the stones are standing round and round
the cold and frozen wintersun
sinks down, the moon starts to run
it looks all down but the sky close
we need the sun but the sun had lose
next day and the world is white
bloody morning, a hard fight
the clouds run away above our heads
the sky so free and nevertheless so sad
the blood in veins is frozen ice
we still waitin´ if the sun will rise
the lips so blue from winters kiss
a warm fire is what we miss
but the stone is cold, we freeze inside
will die and gliding to the other side
no one´s there to make the graves
out of time was what we gave
in a new year, a new tree is growing
the frozen river get warm and is still flowing
the gras get green, the birds make noise
the trees are whispering, a far away voice
call our names through the dark wood
all live, all die, that´ll be very good