Mausoleum - Withering

The autumn comes with darkening nights and frost And the grain ready for harvest Restrain your appetite My son helped me harvesting Four days from the bartholom

On this icy road i walk The way is slippery and very dark Those suns haven't got up in days The reality i used to face Every cold morning here Every freezy blow

It’s our duty to kill Those who don’t belong to us As their duty is to kill Us, ‘cause we aren’t part of them We spread the word around Shall you fight with