In Peccatum - Fallen Leaves
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In thy forest an evil art
Strange worship to ancient tale
In this path of reason unseen
Thy corpse to lust unveiled
A dark image on a dusky throne
Still to dawn and cannot drawn
Embrace the light of the damned
Gaze to thee, become the wrath

Of a burnt leaf that falls
To the ground where there is no fault
Beneath the storms and the buried soul
To whom he cries and for him he begs

Behold the place where it all began
Where it all seems like fallen leaves...