alas, Autumn... do not fear, my dearest we are both misunderstood. thou art the one who welcomes me as I sweep through thy portals I shall now relieve thee
from thy colorful melancholy and sorrowful fatigue from every word of betrayal hangs upon an icicle of misery a collection of tears of my past, now frozen I mourn man's false dreams and the ones who think me a fool... shall lay before me bleeding red crystals upon my frigid smile... into my wet, white grave so I can touch their suffering yet fell no remorse they pray to Summer... but they sacrifice unto me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
