The Last Leaves of Autumn

Zero Degrees Freedom

Compositor: Andrew Collins / Chris Pope

On the Eve of my Sorrow I filled my lungs with fire
Remembered tomorrow is my last Winter's Morn
As the midnight moon waxes in a crystalline sky black as death
I remember...that I must follow you there

As my furute looks a sorrowed path I sit and wait at the edge...
...on the edge of a memory!

I wait, knowing the hell to come
My fear brings forth it's bitter taste of death
Plays on my mind again
My fear. ...awaits death.

In the darkness of the dying moon
Feel my essence fading, my soul faltering
As the darkness fades before the dawn
I feel nothing. My soul starts to MOURN.

In the silence of the dying moon
I feel nothing come to claim me soon
As the silence, stirs in the cold breeze
I feel Winter claw at Autumn's final leaf.