The Harm Caused By The Most Baneful Of All Trees

Harvesting the rolling meadows of roses
until I see how all life perishes
Their faces turn pale as the night that´s how
I became sick of the light as in another age
So I fell myself in another time
From my false desires of hope
Tired of living, sick of the light
I sank down, towards the night, towards the shadow
with my frozen shroud, for all eternity.