Grey translucent silhouettes
Wearily creeping at the grim sky
Stretching their hands to it
In a soundless yell

Cursed and fallen souls of the autumn
Writhing suffering shadows guide my way
(To the autumn's [bad word] tyranny kingdom)

Clouds is like a dim blots on a dusty cloth of the sky
The muffled feeble thunder-storms in desolated twilight
Freezing corpse of the earth under a gold shroud

They will understand my pain
With a silent whispering choir
Of nocturnal miserable litany
I shall leave you... 
...Decay Dance!
...decline of my soul...
...to the land of my amorphous endless dreams...!