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Followed you screamed from the oakRoaming flame falls to the streetsWhere the Scarecrow watched his field, climbed the hillthe ruins were found, the Omen took formFires and forests, the night which to hideYou called it Nebraska, said he diedGod told the demons he was not impressed The Autumn to me had no end in sightYet all of this place has passed me byThe New Harvest has diedBoundless and dead, it's mercies are noneMy thoughts to the days are too far to beThe conquering Winter is barren of snowThe Haunted Moon has turned to glassTorturing, taunting, "My heir will be worse."I watch now the sky as it darkens greySaid "Good-bye" to the crowWaved "Good Night" to the moonBlack Branches Like Knives... From Letras Mania