All the leaves are brown.

[Acehilm]

As said before in tiny timing and fathomed by the finest,

Do the paths lay grey and lakes of frozen dynasties crumble in our hands,

Humble, may seem the Winters chill that frolics amongst the black and white papers through the lands.

 

But no, it seems the past wasn't clear on it's settling,

"All the leaves are brown",

"And the sky is grey",

Bellowed a generation lacking pure getaway and final purity,

Beauty, fiddles the folk and straw hat of honest beings from their beliefs,

Paying almighty tribute to the cultists,

Boldest, they stand grateful and the grateful lay dead.

 

Just remember this,

As truth only whispers,

And it's perhaps not clear,

Yet wise and great

It leaves behind only the purest of fear.

[Mokrie Dela]

I love that line about the grateful lay dead, and I like the Mamas and Papas reference.

I don't have any technical feedback to offer, but yeah, good stuff.