Shab

True silent dying

Shab


the falling all of nature and grim burning skies of dark 
and then rising of the darkness in my kingdom from the night 
misanthropic holy sadness makes the unholy tears of dreams 
makes the mountains as the stone and the forests as a tree 

true ruinous stroms are come in the landscapes of the dark 
painful dying of the owls I hear it out from the dark 
the sky is burning gray and the stars are darken away 
disintegrate moon on sky has the last shining but gray 

the tired tearing voices, many cages lost the keys 
prisoners in the prisons, and the prisons are their creeds 
oh, the morbid castels and cathedrals are the elder ruins like selves 
I feel here is so cold, colder than the colds of flames 

wrathful storms desolates trees from the forests to the deeps 
the deeper and the deeper than the deeps of abyssic griefs 
the graveyard's stones of tombs are flying on the air 
empty graves, even the coffins, is this pure ? is this the end ? 

all the funerals are here, here is no tears from a heart 
here is nature, here is forest, here is flames, and here is dark 
true reasons of the living on this earth are where to find ? 
no one needs the world after death and the living in this side 

who is god ? who is satan ? what is reason of the life ? 
where is hell ? where is heaven ? where is where the soul can fly ? 
who is Ihs ? who is phrophet ? who can change the brain of mine ? 
what is religion ? what is life ? what is promise ? what is die ? 

in this coldest darkest corner of the true dark imperials 
I'm sitting on my black robe and I'm tearing with the pride 
ah, I see a funeral, the funeral of the brains 
but no one feels this dying, true silent dying of my brain