Distorted Children Of Fall
Gray clouds are getting crowd
Leaves keep falling on the ground
Air is starting to flow
And the wind softly blows
The naked trees are all over
The days are getting colder
The sun was removed from it's place
And now the sky uncovers it's real face
Their hearts are beating fast
As they slowly wake up at last
Their sking gets it's color back
And now they are ready to attack
So, From the ash
They slowly rise
With their dark and firey eyes
And they are set to take us all
They are... the children of fall
