Yo ho the fall (celtic metal - full version)

O', the leaves, they drift and sail,
From lofty boughs to the lowly vale.
Like ships cast off from anchors tight,
They fall to the earth, lost in their flight.
Once high and proud, now naught but frail,
A tale of nature, harsh and pale.
[Chorus]
Yo ho ho, the wind does blow,
The tides will rise, the tides will go.
Life be a wheel, round it rolls,
To Davy Jones or treasure holds!
O', the fall, she comes on fast,
No season or leaf can ever last.
The sparrows flee, the trees stand bare,
The cold winds howl their salty air.
Yet spring returns, the buds will grow,
The cycle turns, as we all know.
[Chorus]
Yo ho ho, the wind does blow,
The tides will rise, the tides will go.
Life be a wheel, round it rolls,
To Davy Jones or treasure holds!
O', the leaves, they spin and fall,
A warning whispered to us all.
For nature's wheel may one day cease,
No ship to sail, no port of peace.
The seas grow dark, the skies turn gray,
And all our plunder slips away.
[Chorus]
Yo ho ho, the wind does blow,
The tides will rise, the tides will go.
Life be a wheel, round it rolls,
To Davy Jones or treasure holds!
O', the leaves, they spin and fall,
But heed the warning, one and all.
The Flying Spaghetti Monster's rage,
Cthulhu breaks from his ancient cage.
Their wrath awakes as we defile,
The gales, the torrents-our final trial.
[Chorus]
Yo ho ho, the wind does blow,
The tides will rise, the tides will go.
Life be a wheel, round it rolls,
Till cursed gods claim pirate souls!
O', the end, it waits for thee,
The Fall be leaves, no land, no more sea.
The waters choke, the skies grow black,
Our greed has set us on this track.
No treasures left, just smoke and rust,
The world undone by our own lust.
[Final Chorus]
Yo ho ho, the wind does blow,
The tides will rise, the tides will go.
Life be a wheel, round it rolls,
Till poisoned seas claim pirate souls!