on a heathen night Come taste the purest angel blood And God started killing in despair His fall from grace with an empty black stare With virtues
Vertaling: Autumn Leaves. Leë Swart Stare.
I'm walking empty streets up to the station Standing there in silence as the trains keep passing by And the turns his face towards the sky... The stars
your throat Autumn my autumn my queen of autumn's gone Dance of damnation candlelight burning like stars Autumn my autumn my queen of autumn's gone Dance of damnation candlelight burning like stars
's blood Parasites of life, with my heart I condemn your ignorant ways Like the leaves of the high trees I wither and fall, Borne by autumnal winds to
autumn and burning locks of orange in the summertime we were solemn and awkward that last night together she laid by my side staring into starless skies black
