Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

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

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

forged in peat
A of bog oak
Shivering flesh in the shriveled claws of the fenland 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, present and future are of meaning
Where each of my torrid material self
Drips slowly into a sink of desolation
each reflection of the flesh
Causes a tidal of misery

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

I for nothingness
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