Herbstleyd

Autumn Sorrow, Autumn Sorrow.
Pale leaves kiss the tear,
it fell through dead flesh.
Pain gave birth to the longing for death,
decay in autumn.
No wave hits the water,
quietly kissed by the moonlight.
Red tears mix themselves,
with the dead leaves.
Fear was called love, a dagger
From hatred, now deep in my heart sleeps.
Fear creates the sorrow, of loneliness,
that desires decay.
Sorrow be my desire,
and deep in autumn let death befall me.