Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

No will mark our passing
No mourners shall pay
No to those who surrender to blackness
No for those entombed in this barren land

The bells only within the strata of lost ages
Earth, death, time and our parting hymns
The circle has no end - our solace, no
Peace is only in these unheralded, desolate kingdoms
the silence of the soils
Amongst the mass grave of the

Cemeteries forged in
A of bog oak
Shivering flesh cupped in the claws of the fenland mausoleum
Welcomed by a womb of cold
Coiling a foetus, I succumb to the silence
Amputating the
Embracing a of oblivion

I yearn to into the infinite
Where past, and future are bereft of meaning
Where echo of my torrid material self
Drips slowly into a sink of desolation
each reflection of the flesh
Causes a surge of misery

A patchwork of memories floats before my eye
And it is with the gratitude of a lifetime I them fade
Dissipating and as morning mists
for all time

I pray for
My will craves void
And in this stark of dead fen-flesh
I found solace
I have found my
I have release
I found my blessed death