Music and lyrics - Dan Browning
Vocals - Dan Browning
Acoustic guitar - Dan Browning
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The days are getting shorter, my friend
Our summer has come to an end
Crimson and gold, tales we've been told
Over and over again
Nebulous November days
Talking, but nothing to say
Out of the blue, ancient and new
Monuments crumble away
Visions get clearer when you open your eyes
But all I see is a cold steel sky
It's high time we realize
We get old but not always wise
There are voids that cannot be filled
Demons that cannot be killed
Wounds that won't heal, foes that won't yield
No matter what weapons you wield
And visions get clearer when you open your eyes
But all I see is a cold steel sky
It's high time we realize
We get old, but not always wise
The days are getting shorter my friend
Our summer has come to an end
Crimson and gold, misty and cold
Shadows begin to descend...
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