Amid the odour of the cemetery putridity Sinister power makes the inevitable death meaningful Your limbs failed you, the entrails slowly putrefy Everything around you became colourless and cold like The unfamiliar atmosphere of the night on the furthest planet of The infinite universe...
Mourning choirs of the torn inwardly virgins Mingle perfectly with this cursed landscape Freezing wind brings to mind the spectral climate of the obsession tearing the body...
The only lights are the burning candles lying round the sepulchral surface Emptiness, terror, and despair are thy alter ego The moonlight shroud covered the dreary vault Eternity to nonentity – that’s your destiny The terminal state of the mind fanned by the ravens of the night Singing the hymns of the glorious death on the cemetery of agony Now you dream of the glacial abyss filled with misery Nostalgic visions of the moments try to permeate your squalid mind But that’s only unreal tendency with destructive tinge Silence...
But wait... Wasn’t it you, who preached the heresy of paradise? Yes, I remember as if it was yesterday Entangled in your own lies you belong to the rubbish of philosophy! Manipulation is a weapon that so easily turns against the poor fellow who uses it!
It seems that you have not thought about everything, What a pity!