All Trees do grow, but when do we,
Stuck in a whirling endless dream,
Forced to listen to whispers scream?
How do we tell the time to flee?
All Men do die, but when do I,
Stuck in a spiraling mare,
Forced to witness the others dare?
How do I tell my time is nigh?
With heavy eyes I’m forced to watch,
As Death gathers around and out
With a sinful and heartless pout,
The hallowed breath of the endless march.