The gracious source of tears
I cherish you
Highly I love the images you create
If I can`t be touched by you,
let me dream of you at night

Gloomy creations
The dead arise
Low they whisper to eachother
All signs of life is ending,
as you hear the funeral bells

Life is overclouded
Empty for months to come
The mournful time is closing in
Beauty in the name of sadness
Autumn is the sorrow
Come to me my dear

The season of mourning has arrived
I become the spirit of grief
Autumn turns to winter,
and makes me what I am

A sad being with a cold heart