Letra da Música A Pale Debilitating Autumn de Pavor

Branches swept aside
Prepare to override
And hasten past the trees
As Sorrow's growth entwines me
Conceiving to my cost
My bearings I lost.

Inscrutably pale, wondrous wood
Fraught with woes...

The glade... through lonely trees the wind moans
Romance in days of old
The house... on a wooden roof the moss grows

And as I head into the wintry gale
Deeply inhaling the waves of frost
That have travelled far
Through countless forests

I taste the sudden inroad
Relish the wooden smell of witchcraft

At the mountainside I frown...

The harvest moon shines upon the early frost
Trees shed leaves in the piercing cold

Groan for an ancient moonrise
Knowing that these cryptic
Wounds heal slowly
Scars hurt horribly
I revel in endless regrets...

Seems to be hard to save his light
From the odious day...

Theft! My hollow throne purloined
Do I wander the forest to learn?