Beneath Dead Leaves

Ravaged, withered, defeated

Broken, weak, lost, forgotten

And when the cold wind blows

My time to wither and crumble

I will control my fate

To time I will not suffer

I'll die by my own hand

I will not wait for death a feeble rotting end

I will not bow down to time

I'll be the one to end my life (that's right)

Rot away



My body home beneath dead leaves

Alone into the darkness

Upon this frozen ground I bleed

Returned to the earth

The wind, the ice take back my flesh

Fade away



My bones one with the winter cold

The cold

The cold

And when the cold wind blows

My time to wither and crumble

I will control my fate

To time I will not suffer