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I walk the path

across this endless fields

trees painted of blood

grass plated with gold

trees painted of blood

grass plated with gold

Mistform faces reminds me my fate

awful visions of what will be

soon mother nature asks back my life

soon mother nature recalls me to itself

Soon I'll return to earth...

Soon I'll be dust again...

The path enter in woods

leaves are falling like drops

soon they'll cover my rests

trees will guard my mound

Voices guides me to ruins

where many have found Their end

ivy clings to these rocks

as death clings to life

ivy clings to these rocks

as death clings to life

I'll be one of them...

like many after me...

One of these souls...

I'll bring dark prophecies...

Pale faces say that my end in near

no fear pervades me now

my soul will live in this place

part of its soil, part of its air

This is what they told me

bleak prediction of death

This is what I've seen

A vision of my end

bleak prediction of doom

This is what I've felt

I walk the path

across this endless fields

trees painted of blood

grass plated with gold

Mistform faces reminds me my fate

awful visions of what it was

nature asked back my life

nature recalled me to itself