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