Letras: Yearning. Frore Meadow. The Fall.

Hearses crawl from grey haze
Timeless reign,
Shadowed by face of pain
As we wait behind our doors
For Autumns final blow to come
End of all days

Days fall to Summers sad grave
Cry in vain chilly tears once again
Sweep the soil and paint a view
Of thousand single-minded ways
Towards the end