Raining on an autumn night,
All I see is dead and wet.
Darkness is the shroud I wear,
Dripping wet without a fear.
Jackal-thing within the night,
Shadow creatures play with me,
Striking not a pose in sight,
but with sounds I have not heard.
I got the fear, it's coming.
I am the blood of autumn.
It's October coming!
I am the blood of autumn.
Graveyard with the spirit light
Calls to me on everynight,
Climbing hills so wet with mud,
Dripping wet without a fear.
Demon-thing within the night,
Understood by no one here.
Striking not a pose in light,
Shadow creatures, I must play!
