Wind wraps through the trees with a deathly moan
Bright colors fade and wash into the earth
With dust and dark and the crumbling stone
Leaving it all to enter the unknown
Flowers wilting, grey instead of green
Now here I lay while my flesh turns to bone
Bring me the black rose the one all alone
Sing me a song in my secret garden
With dust and dark and the crumbling stone
I’ve many regrets so much to atone
The beautiful pain leaves just a numb ache
Now here I lay while my flesh turns to bone
Life so fleeting, nothing more than a loan
Vines wind through my hair and into my skin
With dust and dark and the crumbling stone
The past rots, making my blasphemous throne
Life turns to death and we sleep forever
With dust and dark and the crumbling stone
Now here I lay, while my flesh turns to bone
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