Luyện nghe bài hát V (Death)

And

No headstone will mark our
No mourners pay tribute
No to those who surrender to blackness
No offerings for those entombed in this land

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

Cemeteries 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
the senses
Embracing a well of

I yearn to dissolve into the
Where past, present and future are bereft of
Where each echo of my material self
Drips slowly a sink 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 with the gratitude of a lifetime I witness them
Dissipating and as morning mists
Eradicated for all

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