Dank September evening
With a bloodred blaze of a sunset
Slow death and decline is all around
Golden carpet of leaves is a pitiless sentence

Breathing of autumn plaintively moans
In unison with a cold sullen wind
Sorrowful sky is a slowly dropping
Unavailing tears on a cold earth

Isolation and desolation
Weakness and illness
Apathy and indifference
Wordless introverted lamentation

Can't be healed anymore
 [bad word] by the autumn decline
Life vacuum in nihilistic existence
With the long-awaited decline of my soul
I shall left behind all wishes and hopes
Which pull me on a bottom, like a stone on my neck
I deserved rest in a long fight against my own madness

Loathsome call of pain and weakness
I feel it in dying trees
In the branches powerlessly flaggings to the ground
And in lakes filled with the salt tears of rainy skies

Death! Now Awakes!
With a Bloodred Blaze! Of The Autumn Decline!