Autumn Trilogy. pt II - Bloodred Blaze Of Autumn Decline
Dank September evening With a bloodred blaze of a sunset Slow death and decline is all around Golden carpet of leaves is a pitiless sentence
Breathing of autumn plaintively moans In unison with a cold sullen wind Sorrowful sky is a slowly dropping Unavailing tears on a cold earth
Isolation and desolation Weakness and illness Apathy and indifference Wordless introverted lamentation
Can't be healed anymore Crushed by the autumn decline Life vacuum in nihilistic existence With the long-awaited decline of my soul I shall left behind all wishes and hopes Which pull me on a bottom, like a stone on my neck I deserved rest in a long fight against my own madness
Loathsome call of pain and weakness I feel it in dying trees In the branches powerlessly flaggings to the ground And in lakes filled with the salt tears of rainy skies
Death! Now Awakes! With a Bloodred Blaze! Of The Autumn Decline!