Idle Hands - Time Crushes All

Moral man, a soldier of virtue
Master of my life, a warrior of righteous thought
Everything would turn out like I wanted
How could I fall victim to this sickening cancer?

Forces advancing but time crushes all
You’re losing the battle
Death, cold. Give me the time!
Death has the final say in all that we do

Autumn leaves, the summer is dying
Sun upon your face, the last time I would see you
What I would trade to remain for a moment
Ripped away from mortal ties, thrust into eternity