Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

No headstone will our passing
No shall pay tribute
No tithes to who surrender to blackness
No offerings for those entombed in this land

The toll only within the strata of lost ages
Earth, death, and sorrow our parting hymns
The has no end - our solace, no beginning
Peace is only found in these unheralded, desolate
Withing the silence of the
Amongst the mass grave of the

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

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

A patchwork of floats before my mind's eye
And it is with the gratitude of a lifetime I witness them
Dissipating and drifting as morning
for all time

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