Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

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

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

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

I yearn to dissolve the infinite
Where past, present and future are of meaning
Where each of my torrid material self
slowly into a sink hole of desolation
Where each of the flesh
Causes a tidal surge of

A patchwork of memories floats before my 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 will craves void
And in stark cradle of dead fen-flesh
I found solace
I have my reward
I have found
I have my blessed death