A sombre morning
Fields of rusty gold suffuse the way
The pounding sound of steps
On fallen leaves you contemplate
The bleak arrival
Of times and rites effacing levity
The sands of time rain down
To bury the child that you have been
Unholy wraith I can feel your touch
Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound and they drive me insane
I know: What a beautiful day
Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound are you deaf or do you feign?
I know: What a beautiful day
Eerie voices
Whispering and no one can be seen
I can hear what you say
Is just a bovine fantasy
Leaves are raining
From bony hands of entities around
The lament bursting sanity
Incredibly profound
Unholy wraith I can feel your touch
Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound - call it inane
I know it's just a beautiful day
To be taken to the realms
Taken by a wraith
Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a cold day
Screams sound and they drive me insane
I know: What a beautiful day
What a beautiful day
Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound are you deaf or do you feign?
I know: What a beautiful day
