Autumn King

This is the time when I lose my thoughts in the clouds
 Warm days are vanished in the wind
 Dead leaves fall down like tears
 From the arms of discouraged trees
 Upon the rusted throne of my existence
 Here I am alone under a funeral sky
 So I count the hours on this rusted throne
 Until the sun will burn my eyes
 Embraced by the robe of another weeping night
 I raise my fists to a darkened sky
 So I count the hours until the sun will burn my eyes
 For the first time I can breathe the air like never before
 Embraced by the robe of another weeping night
 I count my final hours
 I'm the autumn king
 Old and frail
 I'm the autumn king
 The last human being
 I'm the autumn king of this world
 Under a funeral sky
 Here I am alone
 On my rusted throne
 Counting time under a funeral sky
 A weeping night
 All loved ones died
 Counting time under a funeral sky
 Count the time until the sun burns my eyes
 Nothing is forever
 This is the time when I lose myself
 But now I'm feeling that I am the autumn king