Edgar Blood - The Oldest Tree Lyrics

I traveled to the oldest tree
Where i met her and she met me
Incense burned my tired eyes
She made me tea from the oldest leaves
Her silver hair hid a hazy glare
Her hands as twisted as the roots beneath

The river's broken
The ground is sour
You'll see the figure
In your final hour

She hides the key inside her walls
To the box inside the tree
In the box there was a book
It said the figure waits for me
The story told that both our souls
Are like the roots beneath my feet
She says to me, "No beg or plea"
Can ever change my destiny

The river's broken
The ground is sour
You'll see the figure
In your final hour