The Fall Of Every Season - Her Withering Petals lyrics

A manifest of this crucified hope Familiar sound, reflecting his own blood Haunting, yet intriguing No watcher, no lock Only the sweet voice Daringly stepped out To see things clear Gone before he could see the face Left was urge to seek Drops of autumn fell On trembling leaves Red from summer's departure Weak from lack of light The Leaves were torn and so was he As he tried to follow her trace A winterly wind embraced his throat And tried its best to strangle What kept him going was what had left him It was what he couldn't keep Kept hunting ancient traces Following flickering lights This ghost was sculpted by his Desire to say goodbye Could left the hollow sky As it swallowed all its sorrow Nearly breathless He grasped the nearest branch The voice reappeared And now he felt sure that it was her So he did his best To force his feet along A scarlet dress in the wind Shadows on stumps of once mighty trees Spread rumors of her presence Looked into her eyes and took her hand This imagined warm touch was his relief Kneeling at her feet, ready for his sleep Had no longer wish to arise Put her arm around him, no more cries Slept there until the fierce cold awoke To erase all tracks of life