The trees they now surround us with their girth and with their might
Prismatic saplings take particular delight
In creeping ever closer, in hemming us all in
With inherent knowledge that the burning will begin

Gasping for black air, for black anything we reach
Black punishment, black rage, black reply for all and each
My eyes they look for green among the trees of hell
There´s only black and red and gray as far as I can tell

Satan did a dance with me and I danced right along
Maybe somewhat purged I´ll be by making up this song

The trees have come to take back what we took away from them
We yanked their roots, claimed their branches, pulled them limb from limb

We stole and violated all that would have been shared swift
We saw inherent harmony, assumed it was our gift

One tree ripped my stomach out, one branch tore my eyes out
Blowing leaves whipped and tore the skin from off my back
They held at bay the mourners and kept away the worms
Made provisions for a sense of everlasting lack

Satan did a dance with me and I danced right along
Maybe somewhat purged I´ll be by making up this song