Once as the grains of existence

Were planted into the grounds

The birds of the truth still

Sang out their shining melodic sounds

But time, the cruel hunter

Polluted the air of the intact world

So the birds were caused to fall

And so the hunter caught'em all

As the young trees of existence

Got their eternal bright knots

The first clean leaves

Jumped into the lightless plots

And time, the cruel hunter

Polluted the area of ones leaf

With bacteria called men

And so the leaf’s decay began

The beautiful light of former times

Is replaced by night and constant crimes

Whatever you strive pulls you into grief

Light and life will leave the leaf

Now all contacts cleave

On earth, our autumn leave

You wanna exploit the light

Too late - it's eventide

As the bacteria did

Their cruel work for time

Suddenly they were not more

Than a worthless coat of grime

Now time, the former hunter

Wants to clean his hunting ground

The bacteria can‘t bout

So the time will wipe'em out...