Bethany Home (A Place to Die) (The Accüsed cover)

The harsh winter air hangs Stagnant dark and it's cold I stare into the glass pane See my reflection I'm growing old Across street thirty-three She stands up braving time Built of bricks so long ago And souls now left to die This is not a home It's just a place to die The elderly are forgotten Never never never knowing why Men and Women are aged Their memories are antique I'd give my life away To hear stories from the century Another paramedic van With sirens light and noise Another stretcher sheet pulled up tight My own mortality is feared