As you leave me
I feel such loneliness sweep over me
I sense the world getting darker
And the air getting colder
Death is haunting these woods
And I can see all those
Whose flesh he will soon touch
He will soon touch
The fragrance of dying flesh is burning
And slightly overwhelming
As sure as those who protect this forest slowly die
So do the bonds of those who need its air and nourishment
Soon all shall die
All the crying of those dying
Haunts those hunting and those running
Death is creeping on those weeping
There is no chance for those sleeping
Now it’s snowing, the winds blowing
There is nothing new now growing
Leaves are falling, bodies sprawling
There’s no hope when death comes crawling
