When Death Comes Crawling

As you leave me

I feel such loneliness sweep over me

I sense the world getting darker

And the air getting colder

Death is haunting these woods

And I can see all those

Whose flesh he will soon touch

He will soon touch

The fragrance of dying flesh is burning

And slightly overwhelming

As sure as those who protect this forest slowly die

So do the bonds of those who need its air and nourishment

Soon all shall die

All the crying of those dying

Haunts those hunting and those running

Death is creeping on those weeping

There is no chance for those sleeping

Now it’s snowing, the winds blowing

There is nothing new now growing

Leaves are falling, bodies sprawling

There’s no hope when death comes crawling