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.
    
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