Feel the drifting chill of autumn
Ushering a winter sleep
The fire burns in October forests
Ghastly pumpkin faces creep

Darker nights on the horizon
Haunted hours haunt these streets
Sleeping hollows, shadows ride
Drifting fog wraps dying trees

This is the grave of summer
This is the darkest day
This is your final sunsetp
The wind sweeps you away

Ghosts stalk the cemeteries
Spirts in the darkness sing
Distant fires call the season
Life and death, the veil grows thin