the dying season is upon you

first born giveth unto death

like tree leaves descending

your falling soul wanders downward



I congregate within the blackness

and hear my master on the wind

he speaks of death and scornfulness

a flame inside ignited by equinox



this is the season of dying

when the leaves turn crimson

it marks the cycles ending

and time for the living to die



their infant sacrifice - I offer unto thee

merciless, bitter and cold - like an autumn breeze

pluto come and ascend - lord of one dead!

king of hell!!!



enchanter of dreams

master of all human

decayer of false believers

enslaver of throneless heaven

I burn with hate

consumed by autumn's call

feel the fires burn

and come burn with me!



the autumn burning graves

lord dis, I obey your call

all for you, the autumn burning

come burn with me!!!