The autumn is arrived All the forest's trees Seem as burned skeleton on the night The rain fall from the moon Full of desperation On this time of deep melancholy I have to wander To seek my body That's falled on the heretical's chasm I am my soul This sad autumnal wood will be my grave I'm near the place of d**h I feel my body That suffer its eternal pain With dismal light of moon All seems without life Burned trees embrace my soul The rain fall here And wash all blood But you can hear My bloody mouth That screams and crys its tormented pain What a horrible vision Must to see my eyes Looking at my corpse I understand what I felt Picking up my body I want to be buried Far away from the consecrated earth The sky's turning black Nature shows its power To honour my unholy d**h Shouting to the sky Cursing the god of weak I fill my soul of hate My dust will remain here Among this skeletal wood Where mourning and sadness reign [F.G. Smara - Spring / Summer 2002]