Autumn Leaves

"How we became Fire?

Slaves to the smaller Desire

Of ignoring wrong and right

When we could have been water

The shape of all things

The end of all things..."

Moonspell

Consider this, consider well,

A rose that withers,

In cold desolate winds of autumn,

Sadly will never come back

To life...

Consider when you speak,

That your words might be believed,

And some fool might guide himself,

To hit the wall

Of perdition...

Consider what you swear, consider well,

Beware of words like forever,

Beware the gulible fallen,

Wishing to believe in a moment

Of bliss

Consider who you put under your spell,

Asume they'll never forget,

Perhaps their wounds will never heal,

Perhaps your deeds will never be...

Forgiven

Consider where you'll run and hide,

Knowing that you'll be creating,

Another just like you,

Consider that and all of this,

Consider...