Leaves Fall

In the abyss have you plunged your cuts?

Can they hear the anthem of your agony?

Now just a what a hidden longing!

Or another quest to reach the zenith call.

Torrent River is withering slowly;

Why there is an emotion billowing in this tormented chest?

But what have they done now?

Are you here behind the embers, comrades? 

There are jet gloom and awe,

The screaming screams have burst.

When this is not so, let's make a truce,

And peer the winter fade.