Orange shades of day Reddish yellow decay The leaves move like flood The ground screams for blood I was baptized in the river I offered my gold and my silver But when the sheep start to gather, then in slither the adders The witches will rejoice when they hear my name 'Cause I am the autumn voice I'm always the same Ask me, I know, where the good men go They go down in the hole By the roots lay their souls Orange shades of day Reddish yellow decay This is where you lay I've nothing left to say You better pray when days fade to grey This is where you lay Our autumn beds are graves