I saw death laying in the dying grass
Silver halide echoes of a broken past
A bleeding burden of dismay
Abandoning all hopes for a better yesterday

A cold wind blowing in from an iron sky
Eyes of broken glass, this place you´ve come to die
Soon sleeping beneath the raven´s wings
Now gathered here alone to hear the reaper sing

Carbon on a spoon, a blackened mirror
All that´s left to you, ain´t much to see
But my old leather shoes were made for rambling
I´ll leavе you to your end and sing
And sing