Grey translucent silhouettes Wearily creeping at the grim sky Stretching their hands to it In a soundless yell
Cursed and fallen souls of the autumn Writhing suffering shadows guide my way (To the autumn's cruel tyranny kingdom)
Clouds is like a dim blots on a dusty cloth of the sky The muffled feeble thunder-storms in desolated twilight Freezing corpse of the earth under a gold shroud
They will understand my pain With a silent whispering choir Of nocturnal miserable litany I shall leave you... ...Decay Dance! ...decline of my soul... ...to the land of my amorphous endless dreams...!