Theres a white oak on a hidden land
Wondering why the leaves are dull again
Searching for the answers nothing shows within
No one knows her danger shes in love with the damned
White stands for purity she knows shes the leaves
Falling rapidly shes the poison seed
White oaks are the gateway to her misery
Shes the contradictory of the purity
Shes the contradictory of the sanity