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