Autumn Fire - Swallow The Sun

9 times I breathe in the holy air

Before I open my eyes to summer’s dying flare

The autumn fire, the arches of rust

This hallowed aisle

Cathedrals of trees, where the altars are burning

The smoke of October leaves

Father Winter is calling his herd aloud

And we are the crows who fly

From the aisle of autumn fire we arise

Over the lakes and trees we draw the night sky

With our wings we paint the vast horizons and the stars

The stars upon the Northern Skies

Blinded by the midnight sun

In this land we were born

Now racing the clouds

Towards the winter’s thorn

And we fly

From the aisle of autumn fire we arise

Over the lakes and trees we draw the night sky

With our wings we paint the vast horizons and the stars

The stars upon the Northern Skies

We turn our heads towards the setting sun

The beauty and the light of the one

Who will be gone so soon, fade into her hiding

And the season of rust will soon harvest the living

So we can be reborn again

From the aisle of autumn fire we arise

Over the lakes and trees we draw the night sky

With our wings we paint the vast horizons and the stars

The stars upon the Northern Skies