My Weeping Goddess کے بول

In these last days of summer winds make haste as I stand on the shores I greet the waves that bring me misery with woeful tears of this most august agony And the crystal sky in silence weeps ere I fall in flight into the chambers deep, for the season is come; snowfall upon distant shores Winds make haste as I mourn the loss In a million shades and in a million flames, the forest celebrates the feast of final fates, as the golden fields rejoice in these last days of Fall, and the birds of the forest sing upon the oak tree tall Soothsayer of my heart, Oracle of my mind speak my visions, speak of the days to come! Somewither I must fly into the skies of crimson winter fall Unto the infernal seas of Terminus itself Onwards - my wanderlust has me!