Nightchildren bring my words

Howling them through the dark

The time is here for my return

With the shadows I walk

Twilight shrouds the earth

As always when I＇m here

Night spreads her wings for me

They call me father

I have come to reap

Flowers wither where I walk

Dying of my caress

Summer sheds her tears

As I kiss her to her death

Pulling her dying remains

Into my cold embrace

No more colours but mine

Exquisite and foul are they

I grant you my dead seed

My heart is made of thorns

I spread my frost as a monument of my rebirth

I bear stormwinds in my soul

And I scatter these storms to enslave the earth

Autumn is my name