Lletres: Evereve. Autumn Leaves.

Been has her being
Urged to the dwelling of your ancestors
All the long way to their resting place
Now your place, nothing left no more
Nothing left no more

Hungering, your love lies in a coffin
Can see the laughing vaults
Rain dripping on darkened woods
Love's soul is fearlessly sold
Love's soul is fearlessly sold

Escaped from our own world
My elegy accompanies you
She's buried under autumn leaves
Under autumn leaves

During a howling storm
Dusty claws are grasping at her
Thirsting for the infinity
This is not her destiny
This is not her destiny