Gray clouds are getting crowd Leaves keep falling on the ground Air is starting to flow And the wind softly blows The naked trees are all over The days are getting colder The sun was removed from it's place And now the sky uncovers it's real face Their hearts are beating fast As they slowly wake up at last Their sking gets it's color back And now they are ready to attack So, From the ash They slowly rise With their dark and firey eyes And they are set to take us all They are... the children of fall