The Gates Are Open and it's very time
As Autumn Leaves Fall... The ground's covered with rime
Thenceforth they hear the voices of The Winds That Blow
From The Black Sea and bring Snowfall.
The earth is like a Crystal made Of Ice
It will be thrown into the mouth of burning Pyre
Accompanied with a threnody - set off with Fire
Into the endless Journey To The Stars.
The Skies Are Always Silent, but seldom deeply blue
Thy grief with sadness hold sway o'er you
But hark! The Horned One is back! The New Spring Comes
By birds' song Silence's scattered now.
There are the ripples on the water, but it's not a downpour
Upon The Mirror Of The Silent Lake whose face is sombre
Just Drops Of Moonlight stream through leaves and canes
Oh yea! It's summer - The Endless Circle's closed again.
Thereupon, Closing The Gates again
I see it's not the end for everything but just beginning
Life's autumn is a stride, the stride
That leads into The Circle Of Everlasting Life.
This poem - poetic description of album, is by author of music. 12 chapters of beautiful darkwave. Read this book...