Colours burst in wild explosions;
   fiery, flaming shades of fall
   All inaccord with my pounding heart
   Behold the autumnweaver
  
   In bronze and yellow dying,
   colours unfold into dreams
   In hordes of a thousand and one
  
   the bleeding
  
   Unwearing their masks to the last notes of summer
   Their flutes and horns in nightly swarming
  
   Colours burst within
   Spare me those unending fires
   Bestowed upon the flaming shades of fall
  
   September flies beyond our reach
   as the flames reborn their fall
   October is the art we teach
   with the flaming shades of fall
  
   November, robe of prophet
   - heart of false redeemer
  
   Night whispers
   as the flaming shades of fall now die.
  
   Darkness,
   wild and unchained
   towards its heart we plunge
   We must crush the false redeemer
  
   With the flaming shades of fall