Epitaph — Necrophagist

Leaves fall in the autumn

of lives that appear

to be worthless to some,

utmost ignorant.

Expectations shift in the eye

of the beholder...behold.

Tears drop from the eye

of lives paled

as jealousy fools

a mind distorted.

Expectations shift in the eye

of the beholder...behold.

One wishes existence

to be of fulfillment,

but leaves bend to the will

of winds blowing.

To foresee the end

of a soul...Epitaph.

Claim to foresee

the end of a soul.

Premature Epitaph.

Solo: Muenzner

To foresee the end

of a soul...Epitaph.