All Things Must Rot (song)

All things must rot, my dear
This much is very clear
Even your beauty will be taken by the wind
Earth, water, fire oblivion

Just like the setting sun
Like beauty of frigid moon
Like rain, like teardrop, like heart wretching pain
The hour is a lonely thing....a lonely thing

Clouds of gray are speeding by
Hung low in worlds of pain
Windswept by seas of memory
Suddenly the hour is come
This journey of life so bittersweet
These precious gifts are taken from you and me
This time I spend is long far gone
I will feel you searching to be free
All things must rot....

Even your beauty will be taken


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