Lyrics Autumn fire Swallow The Sun

Autumn fire

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...

9 times I breathe in the holy air before
I open my eyes to summer's dying flare.
The autumn fire, the arches of rust,
this hallowed aisle.

Cathedrals of trees where the altars
are burning, the smoke of October leaves.
Father Winter is calling his herd aloud
and we are the crows who fly.

From the aisle of autumn fire we arise,
over the lakes and trees we draw the night sky.
With our wings we paint the vast horizons
and the stars, the stars upon the northern skies.

Blinded by the midnight sun,
in this land we were born.
Now racing the clouds towards
the winter's thorn.

And we fly...

From the aisle of autumn fire we arise,
over the lakes and trees we draw the night sky.
With our wings we paint the vast horizons
and the stars, the stars upon the northern skies.

We turn our heads towards the setting sun,
the beauty and the light of the one who will
be gone so soon, fade into her hiding.

And the season of rust
will soon harvest the living,
so we can be reborn again.

From the aisle of autumn fire we arise,
over the lakes and trees we draw the night sky.
With our wings we paint the vast horizons
and the stars, the stars upon the northern skies.