Everdark The Autumn Burning
the dying season is upon you first born giveth unto death like tree leaves descending your falling soul wanders downward I congregate within the blackness and hear my master on the wind he speaks of death and scornfulness a flame inside ignited by equinox this is the season of dying when the leaves turn crimson it marks the cycles ending and time for the living to die their infant sacrifice - I offer unto thee merciless, bitter and cold - like an autumn breeze pluto come and ascend - lord of one dead! king of hell!!! enchanter of dreams master of all human decayer of false believers enslaver of throneless heaven I burn with hate consumed by autumn's call feel the fires burn and come burn with me! the autumn burning graves lord dis, I obey your call all for you, the autumn burning come burn with me!!!