The wind appeared so lonely In a darkened shroud Your demons whispered gently But no one heard their sound Waiting for the night to fall Red leaves shook in the dust The light protested briefly And reaches for the earth with lust And when the season spilled its grief The sky began to bend And when the season spilled its grief The earth watched with contempt The wind appeared so lonely In a darkened shroud Your demons whispered gently And when the season spilled its grief... And when the season spilled its grief... The earth watched with contempt