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The evening wind of October

Leaves a cold kiss upon my face

In silence and in solitude

I stride to take my place

Upon the Autumn Throne

Where broken spirits rest

I sit solemn and alone

Gazing to the west

Sunlight is leaving

I mourn her warm caress

And dread the growing shadows’

Encroaching loneliness

Gone are the roses of summer

But the thorns will always stay

Consumed by the emptiness

When all the lights have faded away

Upon the Autumn Throne

Where broken spirits rest

I sit solemn and alone

Gazing to the west

Sunlight is leaving

I mourn her warm caress

And dread the growing shadows’

Encroaching loneliness

Crown me with the weight of all these ragged years

The glory of the madness and my wasted tears

The Autumn Throne

Where broken spirits rest

Stands solemn and alone

Facing the west

For the sorrows that we carry are eternal

And though years may pass they never will subside

Like open wounds they just keep on bleeding

Still we hide them well beneath a shell of pride