Words fall so weak So 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 ----------------------------------------------------- Заглядывай к нам - http://vk.com/azt_art