The Autumn Dancers - Forest Stream

Pain-disfigured burning face…

Lips seeking some moisture…

Morbid delirium emitting distress

Let this flooding despair caress me…

We’ve been chosen today

(Following instincts)

To arise being haunted to death…

Come closer as this mournful day falls

Blinded by men, yet still able to hear

The laughter, which is fading towards

The secret domain of our souls

But it comes another day

Like a ravenous doom

And rise the Cursed to battle

The hated human scum

Once I’ve started, they won’t stop…

Made of leaves is my crown

A gift of the dreaming autumn

Which is coming down, smiling

To join me in my forever dance

White ships of mist are moored in the morning

The final taste of the sweet night wine

Tonight we’ve got to know the sorrow

And cold ghostly wind will take us all away at dawn

It’ll carry the ashes

Back through the grieving night

Away from the brightening horizon

And on the wings of a doleful sigh

It will release them

Into the dazzling winter day…