Autumn Tint Of Gold



Descending from the night sky, a shimmering tint of gold. Masses of 

messengers sent for blood now come forth. Descending from the night sky, 

a shimmering tint of gold. A rain of bloody feathers, future has been 

foretold. Descending from the autumn sky, behold our faithful demise As 

they drift through godless lands raining fire upon all man As they drift 

through godless lands, forever dying. Masses of messengers see now as 

horror unfolds. Bones are broken and lives are destroyed. Cities crumble 

beneath an autumn tint of gold. Demise of this land, demise of a land as 

I drift through Godless lands, forever dying.