Inside of the trees The ancient spirits are crying They have lost their beliefs Appease in their wait of dying The gates are locked They are trying to get in But the guardians of Styx Are the remains of their sin Realize that I shall die Ancient spirits forgiven Outsiders of the living The spirits of the trees Drowning in the cease Curse of the lost By abysmal grief When the trees has died The ancient spirits are forgiven Just ancient leftovers Outsiders of the living