[Legend about life] In autumnal yellowed foliage Knightly armor dwells and killed horse Sunlight breeze dry out dew On helmet and sword of hero Hero
the new poetry from your scratchy throat at quarter-after-three. That's when I know I owe this to you, as autumn owes the trees, with their roots still
moments captured on a kodak So hold that (So hold that, so hold that, don't hold back) [Killah Priest] Yeah, yo, yo Music fallin Like leaves in autumn
the future, the hives of useless shells in fire The burial mounds of ash, the horns chime for the end. Like a scent of autumn's decay filling the air
on through July heat Pretty good we got the cops beat Jammin in the garage pluggin in guitars Wearing Kiss makeup turning that shit up Dig my roots from
falling all around, It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I'm much obliged For such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go, The autumn moon
They say it's a bad place They say it's a magic place Deep down under The soil of this unholy land Deep down under The roots of a tree they have damned
If you all get to Heaven Say a prayer for my camel As I ride through the desert Say a prayer for the rumours The rumours of war The last moody summer Was autumn
and scorn their pathetic existence. Now to non-existence. The thorn in my side caused me pain. My logic eradicates at the root of my problems.
Look at this mess He thought he was cheatin' God She leaves in the autumn His face like a beaten dog Now he's become everything that you hate He's just
it wasn't, quite, 'Cause I caught him in the autumn In my garden one night! He was robbing me, Raping me, Rooting through my rutabaga, Raiding my
the old roots of evil Hear the grim anguished cries Frozen millennium of the evil usurper From the dark caves of the forest Freezing winds sweeps the autumn
It is said it's roots Grew from the heart of sorceress Every night she haunts On the corridors of fort Her restless soul Wanders in those huge halls Autumn
than a slow-falling summer rain More than a silence that only the snow leaves behind I love you more And I love you better than the gray of the autumn
I'll learn to love the fallow way And gather in the patient fruits And after autumns blaze and burn I'll know the feel of still, deep roots But nothing
to find the roots of your heart come on and take this chance tonight ans show me your inside and all the fears, fears fall down like the trees of autumn
only I was recognized Vivid in their dream No one saw him gleam How selective they wish to perceive In the lie, they want to believe The trees blossom acknowledged The roots
