A slow descent of the midnight sun,  A fall from crimson skies  The warm and gentle summerwind  Closes my tired eyes    Dead I am not, yet dying  At this long-abandoned field  I can feel how my life falls  With the first autumn leaves    I hear the distant chime of bells,  "The king shall die", they tell  Is that chime from the Hell  Or from the Heaven whence we fell..?    I only know, my rose and I,  United in the outset of life  Entering the night divine,  To the new throne arise    As silent as an owl's flight,  The golden autumn arrives  My rose seems to sense the time  Of our coming demise    Memories of golden dawn,  The divinity to reborn  His seers slain, his slaves torn  His body burned, forlorn    I hold my rose against my chest  To give it the last caress  Together in emptiness,  Still ensnared to the flesh    Tears freeze into my eyes  As my rose withers and dies  Unhallow, unite, both shall die,  I greet the Death with joy, not cry    Autumn rides the storm  And spreads her frost-covered wings  Invocating freezing scorn,  Deflowering summer dreams    Shadows dance at the Henge  When the moon is on the wane  Where I got drunk of the tears  On the leaves of wolfsbane    The hidden eyes stare  And await the wintry tyranny  And the forgotten one is left to die  Under the leaves of dying tree    For thee I give the "gift" of life  Which turned to curse with me  Set my body afire and our union shall be  Complete    An Autumnal call, a whisper in the wind  As leaves fall and let the cold in  No earthly fluid, no water, no wine  Could feed my rose, my flower of life    Where could we meet the keeper of lies  When there was no path  To the forbidden paradise  In sin I reigned, still I feel the thirst  In sin I die, with my hideous curse    Let the wounds bleed,  Take my spirit to the unseen  Like the beauty and the beast within,  Together in disbelief    A sad serenade to fade away  With the last rays of summer day  Dead eyes welcome the fall  And the spirit shall be free again    Forgotten are the summer dreams,  Snow upon the fallen leaves  Flowers yield to the frost  And the angel choir screams    A flame in the northern sky,  The last sign of waning light  Fades away to the grey  As together we die    The dismal cold infinity,  Silent divine tranquillity  Drawn upon the pale landscape  In our neverending dream