Autumn Song

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