Fiery woods and golden trees are glittering beneath clear sky.
Silver mist at every morning and lonely ravens scream up high.
Beholding the great vast forest. I ean see the colours of autumn.
Nightly frost that made flowers withered is silent messenger of whole life's doom.
Melancholy mood within nature. I feel cool touch of upcoming snow,
which is born somewehre in North. Northernmost at the end of the rainbow.
The burning colours of autumn, such a beatuiful garment for d**h!
Last flashing of once vitality, but already I can feel dying breath.
Not so long within further time is all what I see the grip of frost.
That's the eternal cycle of birth and d**h.
Fiery woods and golden trees are glittering beneath clear sky.
Silver mist at every morning and lonely ravens scream up high.
Beholding the great vast forest. I ean see the colours of autumn.
Nightly frost that made flowers withered is silent messenger of whole life's doom.