the dying season is upon you  first born giveth unto death  like tree leaves descending  your falling soul wanders downward    I congregate within the blackness  and hear my master on the wind  he speaks of death and scornfulness  a flame inside ignited by equinox    this is the season of dying  when the leaves turn crimson  it marks the cycles ending  and time for the living to die    their infant sacrifice - I offer unto thee  merciless, bitter and cold - like an autumn breeze  pluto come and ascend - lord of one dead!  king of hell!!!    enchanter of dreams  master of all human  decayer of false believers  enslaver of throneless heaven  I burn with hate  consumed by autumn's call  feel the fires burn  and come burn with me!    the autumn burning graves  lord dis, I obey your call  all for you, the autumn burning  come burn with me!!!