Mistwalker - Rotting Wood Lyrics

In the dim of the winter nights
Into the forest we feast our eyes
To chop down a pristine tree
And hang its corpse for all to see

Dead and rotten in our abode
Forced to watch 'neath the mistletoe
Humiliated even further
By ornaments we've torn asunder

Gifts for maggots placed beneath
Waiting weeks for some relief
From this slowly tortured death
Needles orange, there's nothing left

Please evict me from this home
Let me return to my outside throne
Chopped up just like the rest
Of the firewood in your shed

Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
Thy corpse is so unchanging
Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
Thy bark is dead and aging

Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
Your corpse is brittle and drying
Oh rotting wood, oh rotting wood
For twelve days now you've been dying