Inside the cold's blog: "Musings of within."

Come the Autumn

Come the autumn
And seasons turn
Come the autumn
And fires burn
For the harvest
Light is shed
Come the harvest
Come the dead


Come and take my hand and have a walk with me
Through this night of lementful reverie
Graves are adorned by the lights of candles
And carved pumpkin faces of misery
Children in the streets with their tricks and their treats
While bond fires burn like funeral pyres
Songs could be through the wind at night
Sung by ungodly choirs

So follow me into all hallows
Where we all go
To fall on our knees and give praise to the shadows
So comes the pain in the back of your throat
When you scream for the dawn that will not rise again


Come the autumn
Comes the cold
By the fire
Tales are told
For the harvest
Prayers are said
Come the autumn
Come the dead



On this night our fallen
return to their souls
Wear your masks to
hide your precious face of flesh

They want to get inside of you
claw their way into you
They want to get inside of you
find a way to make you sream
They want to get inside of you
and wear the flesh again
They want to get inside of you
on this night be born again

They want to get inside of you
put on your mask
They want to get inside of you
hide your flesh
They want to get inside of you
hide your flesh
They want to get insdie of you
hide your flesh

So follow me into all hallows
Where we all go
To fall on our knees and give praise to the shadows
So comes the pain in the back of your throat
When you scream for the dawn that will not rise again

Come the autumn
comes the cold
come the autumn
comes the cold...