Sins of October

OCTOBER — YOU ARE THE BEAUTY OF SEASONS
GREY FIELDS AND THE BLOODY COLOUR OF THE TREES
THE LAMENT OF ROTTING SUMMER — SURROUNDED BY YOU
MAGIC HORN OF PERSEPHONA —
IS GIVING A SIGN AND FOLLOWING YOU IN THE DEPTH.
(chorus)
I’M A SORROW’S CHILD ON THE EARTH
MY SINS ON THE ALTAR OF OCTOBER.
YOU ARE LIKE A JANUS WITH TWO FACES
LIKE A BEAUTIFUL SIAMESE TWINS
A MYSTIC POET OF SWEET AUTUMNAL MELODIES
AWAKING THE ANCIENT GODS OF THE FOREST
WHICH WILL BE WORSHIPED BY YOU COME INTO THEIR KINGDOM