November - Thy Weakness — Eeriness

How long have I waited for For this moment of sacrifice Thy strong power will exhaust Next time you try to rise Your ashen face cannot hide Your expiring flame, goodbye Thy lucky, careless way Should have gone astray

Now I rule this world Unseen for your eyes But don't care, I'll do Take your roses for your grave

Leaves fall from the trees A crow brings the doom Leaks take the emptiness Dusk carries the moon

The frozen soil of mine Covered by a sheet of snow The black sky has gathered now Icy stormwinds blow