When Autumnstorms Come

Nightchildren bring my words


Howling them through the dark


The time is here for my return


With the shadows I walk


Twilight shrouds the earth


As always when I'm here


Night spreads her wings for me


They call me father





I have come to reap





Flowers wither where I walk


Dying of my caress


Summer sheds her tears


As I kiss her to her death


Pulling her dying remains


Into my cold embrace


No more colours but mine


Exquisite and foul are they





I grant you my dead seed





My heart is made of thorns


I spread my frost as a monument of my rebirth


I bear stormwinds in my soul


And I scatter these storms to enslave the earth





Autumn is my name