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Clad in Black and Gold

from Of Scorched Earth by Malist

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Eternal Autumn reigns in a world now cold,
The beauty of decay, a story yet untold.
A world once known now broke all chains,
Only the Autumn remains, eternal story told.

A deathly silence,
Only the sound of leaves in compliance,
A symphony of death, in the stillness of old,
Beauty still resides, clad in black and gold.

See her last waltz, vestment tattered and torn,
Dance macabre, the final form.
The cycle of life spiraling down.
None claims the Autumn's throne, a twisted crown.

In the heart of an October forest, where the trees stand tall,
And the leaves fall slowly, like a ritualistic dance,
There lies a haunting and eerie feeling,
As if the very air is charged with a malevolent force.
The rustling leaves whisper secrets of a bygone era,
As the wind howls and screams like a tortured soul.

Eternal Autumn reigns in a world now cold,
The beauty of decay, a story yet untold.
A world once known now broke all chains,
Only the Autumn remains, eternal story told.

As the trees touch the sky,
The wind sings a requiem.
But in this endless fall,
Her golden grace still lives on.

Let the leaves fall, in silence and grace,
A final goodbye to the human race.

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from Of Scorched Earth, released January 19, 2024

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