Noumena - The Heralds Of Fall

Seduced by cranes' call When golden mildness of August nights Turn into desperate autumn rust Doth harvest rot or crop decay As the deeds of men trouble them once again I inhale the dark depths of fall The last glimpse of day, alas, drifts away Swans spread their wings and head for the unknown Rowans side to side bleed from autumnal souls The glow of your eyes and the blaze of your heart My saviour amongst the darkest arts In the starry night thou possess the might over me... Blade is forged to bleed Heart is made of forlorn breed Death wreathed to seduce The sons of the northern gloom Wrath born to be ablazed Soul cries after maiden's grace The curse cut upon the frozen stone On the shores of this ice-cold sea Your tears will fall for yesterdays As embers become dark the sorrow shows the way Wear the mourning gown, hear those celebration chants Of the bride with the seven-flowered crown I lay my head upon the doleful bed Under dead leaves of the sacrifice grove Or in oceanic grave will I forget my pains As I glide into night of infinity... To embrace frost on her velvet lips Or hear the yearning from a silent sigh I must reach for the home of the restless ones Where paths bear neither end nor name Groaning rain burns my weary frame The last glimpse of day guides my steps astray