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An Autumnal Equinox
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September, the autumn's first I hail

The supreme of seasons all,

Cometh the thunder, sky gets pale

And the drops of rain thus fall,

The dying sun hidden by the clouds

When Perun awakes the storm,

Within the lightning's final blaze,

The nature gets its final form...



When shadows were summoned, the vultures seeked their prey,

And Autumn reached its equinox as tears were washed away,

Truth appeared the cruelest and words didn't mean a thing,

The hunters of the twilight at their dark summoning



Night falls... and the skies get darker,

September at its greatest radiance

Nature brought and so shall take away...

Night falls... swallows realms of day,

In rapture the light is gone away...



Dunkel ist die Nacht, dunkel sind die Wege Zarathustras,

Komm, du kalter und steifer Gefahrte, Ich trage dich dorthin,

Wo ich dich mit meine Handen begrabe...



Like burning embers, thy life turns into pieces of the ash,

That by the wind carried is,

Promised to last, but descenting as the light in the blindness

Last seconds count the remaining time of thy life

And the nature weeps in mourning for her son

And what seemed so real before, is now seen as a dream...



An Autumnal Equinox



Hours seem as moments in death's sweet awaiting

Truth no longer matters as soul its dirge now sings,

Psalm of one man's life with blood is written in

The book of empty names October never brings



Night falls... and the vultures gather

September offers them its wayward son

Nature brought and now it takes away

Night falls... equinox is fulfilled

The Vultures no longer hungry shall be

Nature brought and now it's gone away.



Open way to nightfall as the skies turn ebony

The blindman search's for his sight, desperately he kneels

The trees hail endless autumn, rivers forgot to flow

And I alone, myself her own, remeber how to know

Sirius the brightest opens its astral gate

And death's ethereal silhouette quietly awaits

Open way to nightfall as the skies turn ebony

I cherish these last seconds, tomorrow dead for me...



The God is dead and his creator came to life again!










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