Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

No will mark our passing
No shall pay tribute
No tithes to those who surrender to
No offerings for those in this barren land

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

forged in peat
A of bog oak
Shivering flesh cupped in the shriveled of the fenland mausoleum
Welcomed by a womb of cold
Coiling like a foetus, I succumb to the
Amputating the
Embracing a well of

I yearn to into the infinite
Where past, present and future are of meaning
Where each echo of my torrid self
Drips slowly into a sink hole of
each reflection of the flesh
Causes a 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 as morning mists
Eradicated for all

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