Crown Of Autumn Lyrics of the ...And The Cold Came Oer The Feud track
Mighty though in sadness comes impetuos thy wind

The sweetest and the darkest who Satan's secrets deems

Thine breath o'er the forests, it gilds the landscape whole

Oh, overture of winter, your strain hath mee in thrall

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  • Towers Of Doleful Triumph lyrics
  • Thou Mayst In Mee Behold lyrics
  • Nocturnal Gold Part II: The Name Of Inquietude lyrics
  • A Lyre In The Old Vespers Realm lyrics
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  • Neath Selenic Majesty lyrics
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