In late autumn’s fell grace,
November’s fire has a fleeting place
But still there’s binding strength in mortality,
and a dwindling enchantment could set you free!

Such a desire to know the nexus
of the winter’s coming storm
And your eyes are blessed with sable-swords,
And the forest princes must be forewarned

An intense cloud covers the skies,
And the movements of streams spell doom
Upon the fabric of society,
and my attempts to catch the tune..

Of my focus there is little trace,
November’s fire has a fleeting place
Against the power of the coming spring,
But there’s a power only autumn brings!

It’s the power of the twilight stone,
a power I can call my own;
It’s the union with the setting sun,
and the power of what’s undone..

An evergreen springs forth out of winters newborn snows
The Queen of the Seasons has come to take you home
The Queen of the Seasons has come to take you home