Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

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

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

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

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

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

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