Autumn King

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