Dirge - Novembers Doom
"Oh November, Oh November! Death, Hath In Cold
Crimpson's Knashed!"..."Sweet, Sweet, November!
Dressed, Hath Your Sons In Robed Black!"
"Your Wondrous Tales, Of My Moment Seemed,
Thwarted!"..."Your Solemn Heat, Of The Summer
Did Bring, Lament!"
"Of No Goose, Of No Goose, Flee, Shall Of Your
Fogless Cloud Be Found!"..."Of No Grave, Of No
Grave, Leech, Would Of Your Sanctuary Lay
Ground!"
"And Somber Somber Days, Hath Us, Oh, Of
Darker Times And No Brighter Rays, To See!"
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