Testo Spiderhead

In ealy autumn, I saw her face
A premonition
Beneath the sky
Panning the landscape
Quick gust across a barren desert
On stretch to bring me closer
On stretch to bring me close
Wheels spinning and spinning
Blind minds thinning and thinning
The spiderhead casts a violet spell
Tell it to me, Tell it well
Let it sound all the way to hell
Tell it to me, tell it well

She seems common for the most part
As the page turns
The calendar drifts
Her claims, profound

For it all to reverse
For it all to turnover
The crimson tone will deepen Until October
For it all to reverse
For it all to turnover
The crimson tone will deepen
Until October

Wheels spinning and spinning
Blind minds thinning and thinning
The spiderhead casts a violet spell
Tell it to me, Tell it well
Let it sound all the way to hell
Tell it to me, tell it well

For it all to reverse
For it all to turnover
The crimson tone will deepen
Until October
For it all to reverse
For it all to turnover
The crimson tone will deepen
Until October