The time [bad word] ..
For me to leave this putrid world.
As i have no more purpose to fulfill.

Eternal sleep awaits me.
As i give my life to the dying lands.

Sorrow weeps upon these landscapes.
Tears frozen in the nightly winter breeze.
Her last beauty has been put to repose.
The call of mother nature no longer remains....

"The say the time [bad word] 
For me to leave this putrid world..."

Death dwells on these fields which once retained life.
Now grown with filth and disgust by the hand of man.