Orange shades of day
Reddish yellow decay
The leaves move like flood
The ground screams for blood
I was baptized in the river
I offered my gold and my silver
But when the sheep start to gather, then in slither the adders
The witches will rejoice when they hear my name
'Cause I am the autumn voice
I'm always the same
Ask me, I know, where the good men go
They go down in the hole
By the roots lay their souls
Orange shades of day
Reddish yellow decay
This is where you lay
I've nothing left to say
You better pray when days fade to grey
This is where you lay
Our autumn beds are graves
