Gray clouds are getting crowdnLeaves keep falling on the groundnAir is starting to flownAnd the wind softly blowsnnThe naked trees are all overnThe days are getting coldernThe sun was removed from its placenAnd now the sky uncovers its real facennTheir hearts are beating fastnAs they slowly wake up at lastnTheir sking gets its color backnAnd now they are ready to attacknnSo, From the ashnThey slowly risenWith their dark and firey eyesnAnd they are set to take us allnnThey are... the children of fall