Followed you screamed from the oak
Roaming flame falls to the street
Where the scarecrow watched his field
Climbed the hill
The ruins were found, the omen took form
Fires and forests, the night which to hide
You called it Nebraska, said he died
God told the demons he was not impressed
This autumn to me had no end in sight
Yet all of this place has passed me by
The new harvest has died
Boundless and dead, its mercies are none
My thoughts to the days that are too far to be
The conquering winter is barren of snow
The haunted moon has turned to glass
Torturing, taunting, "My heir will be worse"
I watch now the sky as it darkens grey
Said "good-bye" to the crow
Waved "good-night" to the moon
Black branches like knives
Roaming flame falls to the street
Where the scarecrow watched his field
Climbed the hill
The ruins were found, the omen took form
Fires and forests, the night which to hide
You called it Nebraska, said he died
God told the demons he was not impressed
This autumn to me had no end in sight
Yet all of this place has passed me by
The new harvest has died
Boundless and dead, its mercies are none
My thoughts to the days that are too far to be
The conquering winter is barren of snow
The haunted moon has turned to glass
Torturing, taunting, "My heir will be worse"
I watch now the sky as it darkens grey
Said "good-bye" to the crow
Waved "good-night" to the moon
Black branches like knives