The dust covers the sky, rays of the sun dies.
Submerging into the shades, I move into the despairs of autumn.
A chilling wind creeps as The color of life dries.
when the leaves falls to the ground,
The once great hopes perishes within the dusk.
chilling wind now hails through the frozen halls,
Like a King I walk through my ravaged mind..
existing as the royal heir of sorrows, I mourn under the shredded moon
bereaved by the widowed night, I long the coming dawn.
past that I harvest through the forlorn times,
I am destined to rise through the ruins of failure.
