August        (C) 1991 N.Thomas / D. Turner / D. Bellerby / R. Hodgson        It began with the scented, burning heat of summer        The sunlight kissed your eyes and made them shine        That seasons passion, outshone the crimson sky        And it seemed as if the sun could never pale        But the curse of autumn cast its deadly spell        And now the blood flows thick and fast throughout the valley        And I remember thinking that flowers never last        Their petals always wither and they die        And no truer words could sadden my emotions        That the wind could take your soul like candlelight