歌词
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
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 feel no remorse
They pray to Summer... but they sacrifice unto me...
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