Autumn Song کے بول

Oh drizzle, oh thunder, a feather stitch So pale and painted, occult you look my dear So shady, unveiling, so worthy my son So splendid, mysterious, your way f turning (what?) black So call your God of darkness Yes, call your God of darkness And see if he can help you now! A theatre performance, a sharp tooth clown Needles and filthy signs Play your death march, take me dancing, you practical jokes Snake skin bitch, propose to me... So call your damn God of darkness Yes, call your God of darkness And see if he can help you now! Children gather round here, to hear this tale end Of you I thought so much more, better All here nets and hollow eyes Whigs, sticks and a devil's workshop