The beautiful odour of October winds
Gently caress me with it's benevolent hands
Yet so dark and gloomy in it's soul
It permeates my intense heart with silent delight
How I do love the pa**ion of fading away
The pa**ion of dying...
For it is d**h herself who sweeps the landscape
Embracing a lost world in shades and vapour
I will never forget the dread of November
Her grievance and stillness of lonely nights
The desire of heart, in minor adorned
Dancing so gently as dim northern lights
How I do love this pleasant seclusion
This old bitter-sweet feeling
The pa**ion of solitude
O' my frozen Queen of December nights
Let me transcend into a sleep without dreams
Let me wither in your cold white arms...