Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

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

The toll only within the strata of lost ages
Earth, death, time and sorrow our hymns
The circle has no end - our solace, no
Peace is only found in these unheralded, kingdoms
Withing the of the soils
Amongst the mass grave of the

Cemeteries forged in
A of bog oak
Shivering flesh cupped in the shriveled claws of the mausoleum
Welcomed by a womb of cold
Coiling like a foetus, I to the silence
the senses
Embracing a well of

I yearn to dissolve into the
Where past, and future are bereft of meaning
Where each echo of my material self
Drips slowly into a sink hole of
Where each of the flesh
a tidal surge of misery

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

I pray for
My starved craves void
And in this stark cradle of dead
I have solace
I have my reward
I have release
I have my blessed death