Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

No headstone mark our passing
No mourners pay tribute
No tithes to those who surrender to
No offerings for entombed in this barren land

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

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

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

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

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