Testament

Take a look, what do you see
Image in the mirror
Yesterday is yesteryear
Youll meet your maker
I know that time grows old
Cant stop the seasons
Shifting sands slip through your hands
Time is gone before its begun...
Die
A little more
A little more for every day
Lord why
Oh tell me why
Do the seasons slowly grey ?
Days of blue just turn to grey
The picture slowly aging
Nothing left of the memory
Death will not forsake them
God-fearing people say
They are not afraid of dying