Early November

Struck is now the Sun, he's bleeding so hard

And tainting the sky, with this brand-new red dawn

Now slowly he just fades, fading into the night

Ravashed by the darkness, the dusk's purest of lights



Blood is now spattered, across the whole dark sky

Dusk shall now wash it, with darkness and with night

I watch him perish now, I see his slow demise

And smile toward the Heavens, for this great gift of thine



Thou art the one true queen

Mistress of the night

Sun's bloody slayer

His one true fright

Above the howling stars

Above the fiery Hell

You reign most supreme

With yours, the crystal stream



You, who now slaughter the day, and send your pale beams

Of madness and of pain, On ours, the feeble minds

Your sweet heavenly figure, as pale as the white bone

Lights through the black darkness, of the long sattered throne



And so you carry on, to conquer and to reign

Until the fallen Sun, shall rise yet once again

So your empires fall, your reign, it turns to dust

Your beauty and pale beams, are now forever lost