Necrophagist - Epitaph - Текст песни

Leaves fall in the autumn 
of lives that appear
to be worthless to some,
utmost ignorant.

Expectations shift in the eye 
of the beholder...behold.

Tears drop from the eye 
of lives paled
as jealousy fools 
a mind distorted. 

Expectations shift in the eye 
of the beholder...behold.

One wishes existence 
to be of fulfillment,
but leaves bend to the will 
of winds blowing.

To foresee the end 
of a soul...Epitaph.

Claim to foresee 
the end of a soul. 
Premature Epitaph.

[Solo: Muenzner]

To foresee the end 
of a soul...Epitaph.