Are you, are you coming to the tree, where the wind blows and the leaves break free.
It's full of sadness and never bears fruit, and tilts so far it might come out.
Are you, are you, coming to the tree where the evil spirits dwell beneath, the screams and cries of the sinners lie down beneath the trees rough soil.
Will it soon take your soul, and become your own foe?
Are you, are you, coming to the tree, where all your mistakes gather thee.
It turns you round to view your past and fills you with harmless acts.
This tilting tree tilts for a reason, it hold all the evil that dwells on the planet. Now i beg, that you don't go, to this dark and shallow soul.