Autumn Is My Sin

From the deepest dream

I caught a glimpse of the silhouette

I was seduced by the purity

That could never be tamed

Just as time does to leaves in golden fall

My worst nightmare

Was a sweet tragedy

That lifted itself over the bare trees

On an agonizing, desolate and withered forest

A fatal winter dwelled in my heart

When she raised her eyes

And shaved me the blaze of the moon

And I adored her

A tear falls in the loss of time

Under the weak light of my being

And its trail is nothing more than my soul

Pleadings from a sacred dawn

Just ironic voices in my mind

Whilst the honey tingled on my lips

I was crucified

Thrown to the passion of the night

Which embraced me with its pearl towers

And I knew misery

A dying christ was a heresy

That fell over me

Through the tainted lights of an illusion

Of a god that looked at me with scorn

Only then could I visualize my dream

My communion with her in the deepest passion

Of pagan eroticism

Fog is her silver veil

Covering two drops of water

With the most subtle dark fragrance

Drowning me with her movements til the ourance

A life full of black roses

My wife, I have shaved blood with you

Underneath the shadows of the crows

That taint the sky

To sucumb to the beauty

That pulled me down drowning me

In the days in which the grave sang for me