Autumn, the Beautiful:   - Is it raining, dear child,   where dost thou wander now?   Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears?   Sweet innocence,   no longer a passion within their eyes…   Ablaze with thy fury   of denial and tainted dreams.   Chorus:   …now see what lies beneath this mask.   Benevolence Unmasked:   Why do these gentle teardrops endlessly mock me?   The pureness of simplicity   as my only true companion.   For it shall be there for me always;   even when I am no more.   This, a paradise for fools,   stained black with tears of blood.   from mine eyes so empty   Their glimmer hath faded with the sullen   kiss and piercing caress of a century.   Oh, how this mirror lies to me!…   Autumn, the Beautiful:   …the voices that haunt us evermore only this euphoria of   suffering remains.   Wisdom:   In silence I scream out for one existence; faithless wanderers   as my children take not from me this image of frailty, but give   unto a glimpse of the beauty lost beneath the scars upon my   faith and my freedom, my passion, my pain.