The Wood of Self-Murderers Waltz

in my life I was troubled, it was all in my head. A shadow persuaded me and wanted me dead. Surely I tried, but I could not prevent what I did - so I warn you instead. In the wood of self-murderers, you'll be fused with a tree. And the seasons will torture you, and your tears none will see. Surely I've seen now, my life was not black and I rue, that I shot myself. Oh god, no...