Our life is like an autumn leaf, so short and filled with nostalgy
The Earth is a place for the dreadful dream, victorious moment in our life
Lord of all the wither leafs, Lord of life without eternity
Lord of hidden, silent power, you are the wrathful Nature.

Your soul is like an autumn tree, waiting for the snow alone
Your place is in the Old forest, sleeping from the endless past
The life for you is only dream of sunken boat
A coldest tearful landscape...

Thus was only a beginning, for whoever's denial of life
So long awaited rest in time, a long forsaken fort
In unison with all the Natures' seasons, in one circle of this life
Your soul is a gate for the autumn's winds and the vocated lord...