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...