Из альбома: La Grande Danse Macabre
Twilight cools the fading rays of daylight
earlier each evening
dry leafs scuttle in a swirl of wind at your feet
as you move through the crisp fall air
a sliver of moon rises above the trees
hilltop bonefires.......gamhain
divine eyes..... gamhain
summer dies.......gamhain
life drains