Вершы: Woods Of Desolation. The Leaden Sky Torn.

Cold desolate winds howl
As the rain strikes my flesh alike the blade
The leaden sky torn
Fractured by autumn decay

The dead leaves wept so silently
All words - empty, unspoken
Drowning within the black depths of misery
The cold void gathering

Another severance, another scar
As meaningless as a tear to an ocean
Misery will await, alike the seasons and the tide

So shall Death await...