Paroles de 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