Predicting the cold

Each tree desolates his dress

Abandoned in eternal winter

Our endeavours have lost all sense

Finally the last one has given up

There’s no one left to trust

What humankind ever created

Will never be forgiven

As the leaves fly through the forest

Carried by the cold autumn’s wind

Fighting helpless for deliverance

We all must confess

That death’s the only release

Slowly the last man’s numbed

Predicting a new beginning of all

Let they all know for all times

That no one ever stops the time

As the leaves fly through the forest

Carried by the cold autumn’s wind

Fighting helpless for deliverance

We all must confess

That death’s the only release