Like a ponderous lead hull, the sky Crushes a mind given as pray For the evil-eyed boredom's feast Flaunts beside the mist shade, A grey luminescence, Day's light debased More than a night's grave
The soil formed to a moist cell, From where hope flees, this timid beast, Like a bat hitting the vault Wrecks shiftlessly against a moldy wall
The bells will toll in furious anger.
Like a ponderous lead hull, the sky Crushes a mind given as pray For the evil-eyed boredom's feast Flaunts beside the mist shade...
In my soul a burial with no orchestra crawls In decomposing silence, only hope yawns And a dreadful anguish