| LyricsA bramble climbing on, the mouldy facing
 And Old house borers, the walls are tasting
 Somewhere deep within, thick vegetation
 Deserted then forgotten, caught my adoration
 
 And all the thing’s he must have seen
 He’s lived longer than any of all breathing things
 A livespann crossing many centuries
 And now the curtain’s fallen for the final scen
 
 Drowsy dilapidated, this poor old bloke
 Dauntless of time and, its weighing yoke
 Silent slumbering, in natures deathbed
 A crown of lichenes, decorate his head
 
 But he seems settled with his years
 Does not really care about what the future brings
 Disrepairing state in steady pace increase
 But suffer? No, he meets his fate without tears
 
 A woven chapel in which he waits
 With all the gracious beauty of decay
 As the wild is reclaiming its space
 The hovel’s song slowly rotting away
 
 Nothing will ever remain the same
 A new song for each and every day
 Nothing will ever remain the same
 A new loss for  each and every day
 
 Everytning will be devoured by the wood
 No one will ever tell where it ones stood
 Already difficult, to see that somethings there
 And he could fall by slightest breeze in the air
 
 
 
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