Heralds of Fall歌词
The Heralds Of Fall
Seduced by cranes call
When golden mildness of August nights
Turn into desperate autumn rust
Doth harvest rot or crop decay
As the deeds of men trouble them once again
I inhale the dark depths of fall
The last glimpse of day, alas, drifts away
Swans spread their wings and head for the unknown
Rowans side to side