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Funeral ForsakenOf bloody beauty I see beasts in war,the voice of the wind spoke to me, bringing me memories seducing to the solitary winter. It’s still autumn, there’s even agony anxiety of the upcoming. I hurt my womb calling to you in autumnal audacity... everything begins to fall accompanied by a cruel nostalgia who shows me the way. I, among broad fogs, seeing my tomb, without their old tears, somebody should have stolen them, or they were never spilled. The dark beings will come for me brutally dispersed my hate, the ogres' sweet song I see them beyond... closer and closer The euphoria of the wind, takes me again, to wander where I always do. I don’t know if I should leave, to hurt my skin again. The screams of the undeads takes me to my coffin to see how alone am I I don’t know if I should cry, or if I should die again... Cloudy sights that surrounded me they brought rosebushes every time you bleed under the light of a candle even darker than night, time will consume them to lose, to find again. |