Vārdi: Pridebowl. Where You Put Your Trust. The Last Tree.

Old statue of nature , Godfather of mine
They've set me a wager , I can not deny
I know your wisdom , I know how tall you fly
But I'll cut you down and split you wide
Old blooming stranger that I have come to find
They'll pay me a fortune if I take your hide
I have no worries , for I am blind
And I don't care , I won't see that time
I just want to apologize for what they've done to you
For what I've done to you
Old ruin of the past , forefather of Earth
My bloodline your wager , we're the last of our kind
A stump and a stranger , you weren't that hard to find
My apologies , before I die