Winter: Ahhh... This fall of leaves The yellow rain The clouds go to the North They're black and grey. Like the fall of man, who made of leaves. I'm tearing apart and go insane.
Spring: This sounding bells Are calling you This broke defense Of you. The final of the Summer Feast The clouds go north with howl of beast.
Winter/Autumn: Like ravens fly, Feeling dementia, September's Gone. Ravens fly so high And so far away From you it's (September's) gone
Winter: The world is sad The clouds are darken As thy shade. The Wolven Howl The light inside is gone.
Autumn: This sounding bells Are calling me This broke defense Of me. The final of the summer feast. The clouds go north with howl of beast
Winter/Autumn: Like Ravens fly, Feeling dementia, September's gone. Ravens fly so high And so far away From you are gone.
Poem: The world is sad The clouds are darken As thy shade... The Wolven Howl The light inside is gone. You've come undone To bring the harvest of your life.
It's like the reaping of ill seeds, When all the people are the weeds. And when October comes to us, There is no us... There is the frozen tree of life...