Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

No headstone will mark our
No shall pay tribute
No tithes to those who to blackness
No offerings for those entombed in barren land

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

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

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

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

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