When your life has gone wrong 
And what you're missing
Can't be found in [bad word] [bad word] 
When you're sore
And your bones start missing
You drink the wine from the darkest well

Trees that resemble 
The beast that makes you tremble

When the sane are marching
To the meadows of time past
You cannot leave

When you [bad word] the harvest
You'll find the lock 
But you lost the key

Trees that resemble
The beast that makes you tremble
The nights are never ending
For those who know no mending

Trees, oh, trees
Trees