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Now That I DieWords fall so weakSo fragile Like swords of glass How I hurt Now Bolt my hands That no pain may grow from them Hold me Pain drowns in your arms To mourn is a virtue Mountainous waves Oh wielder of tortures Overflow in madness and in dark Seething under skin with boiling wounds unleashed That which kills the light and eats sunsets Can I spill for you the grieving? May I show you the splendour of dying? Autumn of life is not as beautiful As that I dreamt of Nor the winter As ruthless Ashes to coal Maketh my heart pour Hold me Pain drowns in your arms Give me souls peace Now that I die Burn if thou wilst Oh necrotic flower I rest and covet no longer The spirit flies Mouth the chant Mute and reeking Snow-like passing on What foul stench reels about you |