Fountains of crimson darkness ride on autumns breath, a dark delight Demon Rust like scorching fires in a tombstonewielding night Crimson nature I feel is coming after you Demon Rust spill forth thy blood onto my soul No flash of lightning guides my way Just boiling blood, a twist of pain Soil surrounds the fields of autumnal decay Crimson nature I feel is coming after you Demon Rust spill forth thy blood onto my soul