Testo di The Willow

Withered hands grasp an empty hour glass The sands of time have passed you by Do not be afraid of the end I pray it’s but a transitory phase Behold! The moment of transformation Take part in the reversal of your creation Shed life to be born again Scattered ashes like dust in the wind As the willow weeps the hand of death creeps Into your chest and steals your breath Final exhale takes you beyond the veil Enter thee and become free