A slow descent of the midnight sun,

a fall from crimson skies

The warm and gentle summerwind

closes my tired eyes



Dead I am not, yet dying

at this long-abandoned field

I can feel how my life falls

with the first autumn leaves



I hear the distant chime of bells,

"The king shall die", they tell

Is that chime from the Hell

or from the Heaven whence we fell..?



I only know, my rose and I,

united in the outset of life

Entering the night divine,

to the new throne arise



As silent as an owl's flight,

the golden autumn arrives

My rose seems to sense the time

of our coming demise



Memories of golden dawn,

the divinity to reborn

His seers slain, his slaves torn

His body burned, forlorn



I hold my rose against my chest

to give it the last caress

Together in emptiness,

still ensnared to the flesh



Tears freeze into my eyes

as my rose withers and dies

Unhallow, unite, both shall die,

I greet the Death with joy, not cry



Autumn rides the storm

and spreads her frost-covered wings

Invocating freezing scorn,

deflowering summer dreams



shadows dance at the Henge

when the moon is on the wane

where I got drunk of the tears

on the leaves of wolfsbane



The hidden eyes stare

and await the wintry tyranny

And the forgotten one is left to die

under the leaves of dying tree



for thee I give the "gift" of life

which turned to curse with me

set my body afire and our union shall be

complete



An Autumnal call, a whisper in the wind

as leaves fall and let the cold in

No earthly fluid, no water, no wine

could feed my rose, my flower of life



Where could we meet the keeper of lies

when there was no path

to the forbidden paradise

In sin I reigned, still I feel the thirst

In sin I die, with my hideous curse



Let the wounds bleed,

take my spirit to the unseen

Like the beauty and the beast within,

together in disbelief



A sad serenade to fade away

with the last rays of summer day

Dead eyes welcome the fall

And the spirit shall be free again



Forgotten are the summer dreams,

snow upon the fallen leaves

Flowers yield to the frost

and the angel choir screams



A flame in the northern sky,

the last sign of waning light

Fades away to the grey

as together we die



The dismal cold infinity,

silent divine tranquillity

Drawn upon the pale landscape

in our neverending dream