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 can 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 somewhere in North
Northernmost at the end of the rainbow
The burning colours of autumn
such a beatiful garment for death
last flashing of once vitality
but already is to feel dying breath
Not long within further time
all what I see is in the grip of frost
that's the eternal circle of birth and death
but still I enjoy what soon shall be lost
the everlasting colours of autumn
1 | Ashes To Ashes |
2 | Wenn Walküren Reiten |
3 | Der Henker |
4 | Eternal Winter |
5 | Die Freiheitskämpfer |
6 | Mourning Soul |
7 | Die Rote Rune |
8 | Wartend In Einsamkeit |
9 | Landsknechtstrommel |
10 | Kriegertod |