The land was dead, lost long ago in the first battle
Where men's blood flowed and the world's concious was rattled
Limbs of the old willow tree are a dark ashen gray
Setting the mood in a sorrowful way
Reminding all that this was a place of loss and anger
Here Death was no longer a stranger
Men's emotions overflowed and bubbled up from their cage
No longer able to avoid the differences, they gave into the rage
During the first battle of this once thriving kingdom
Both sides had been fighting for their versions of freedom
The willow stood tall in the midst of the battle not making a sound
Silently weeping as blood soaked the ground
The tree had survived for many years
All that time it'd never shed so many tears
Not when lightning struck down its neighbor one stormy night
Not when the ground rumbled and caused the villagers a fright
No the night when blood ran thick and men's screams filled the air
The battle for a freedom that they both could've shared
That was the night the Willow started to fade away
Once lively now just a dark shadow that continues to stay
Haunting a piece of land that is a bitter reminder of what use to be
Now just a thing of death and destruction in a place that use to be free
Screaming souls of men that were lost can be heard near
Another reminder that causes the Willow to shed a tear
So if you ever here the willow weep
Remember of the lost souls it continues to keep