Christian Death Lyrics - Born Of The Flickering - Old Mans Child

Lonley as the autumn evening 

Flowing on its last days 

A wanderer of long-past wisdom 

Facing his last conflict 

Met the time of withering 

Destiny, towards a clearer star 

More bright than ever seen before 

What's my will? 

Well on his quest 

In search for magnificense 

He weakens before the grave of god 

Banished, soon dead 

See it in his eyes 

Like you see it on the tombs 

Of human decades, one by one 

All the things he spoke of