September burns in the grass The autumn removes a dusty blanket covering my face And I see that the sunset is coming my way It is coming to crush me with its dark autumn gloom
Upon the fields of my mind Death dances to the rhythm of falling hope The shadows dwell upon my body to leave the soul, without life and push the day into desperation, wounded and alone
All happiness that once flourished, now withers within the four walls of the head
[lead: Almsenius]
Upon the fields of my mind Death dances to the rhythm of falling hope The shadows dwell upon my body to leave the soul, without life and push the day into desperation, wounded and alone
All happiness that once flourished, now withers within the four walls of the head