Leaves fall in the autumn of lives that appear to be worthless to some, utmost ignorant. Expectations shift in the eye of the beholder...behold. Tears drop from the eye of lives paled as jealousy fools a mind distorted. Expectations shift in the eye of the beholder...behold. One wishes existence to be of fulfillment, but leaves bend to the will of winds blowing. To foresee the end of a soul...Epitaph. Claim to foresee the end of a soul. Premature Epitaph. [Solo: Muenzner] To foresee the end of a soul...Epitaph.