Poem of the Fall Lyrics

From autumn there t'is
All in black vapours the lonely shade
Grieve washing, you so are similar to me
And I also go to distant road
With a growing pain and ghost's presence
by Winds we sing and roar the suffer
I'm doomed to most gloomy garden
Which waits for me on all road
Where are not lughed but grieve
I shall drink from a bowl of sadness
I shall eat thorny bread
But I will not dare if with me
Shall be thy serene grace, your star upon me
Its my force and rest
And to the purpose
I shall come and
I shall safely
Look in a countless hungry night