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Wooden Memories (Krampus)

This is my last day The end of a long life I saw so many things All worth to be told I went from an empire To the born of the machines From bronze and iron To plastic society I lived the apex and the decline of the human race I saw the war and the pretence of the peace The man is changed and he's set forth to his sunset Before I leave I'll tell you what I saw. Leaves, falls on my winter Memories printed on the wood When the earth will take my corpse To bring me to new life All the warmth of my death Won't have so much to heat Centuries of war and kings Will be dishonoured From the shameful end of their Weakest heir Legions were marching Centurions on the head I felt the power and the discipline of Rome I lived the invasions of Barbarians from the north Burning destruction The mighty of the horde Leaves, falls on my winter Memories printed on the wood When the earth will take my corpse To bring me to new life All the warmth of my death Won't have so much to heat Centuries of war and kings Will be dishonoured From the shameful end of their Weakest heir Then came the church Enslaving the free minds It was a Dark Age Contested by the lords They found the light Asleep under their minds Their revolutions From justice to a crime And when the ambition overtook the last respect The insane ants from the womb of steam engines Soon they infected all the planet like a pestilence Conviced they are the only rulers of this world The beauty of the nature usurped by a consumerism god I leave this world.