Autumn King
Décembre Noir
This is the time when I lose my thoughts in the clouds
Warm days are vanished in the wind
Dead leaves fall down like tears
From the arms of discouraged trees
Upon the rusted throne of my existence
Here I am alone under a funeral sky
So I count the hours on this rusted throne
Until the Sun will burn my eyes
Embraced by the robe of another weeping night
I raise my fists to a darkened sky
So I count the hours until the Sun will burn my eyes
For the first time I can breathe the air like never before
Embraced by the robe of another weeping night
I count my final hours
I'm the autumn king
Old and frail
I'm the autumn king
The last human being
I'm the autumn king of this world
Under a funeral sky
Here I am alone
On my rusted throne
Counting time under a funeral sky
A weeping night
All loved ones died
Counting time under a funeral sky
Count the time until the Sun burns my eyes
Nothing is forever
This is the time when I lose myself
But now I'm feeling that I am the autumn king