Thy Withering Orchard

Until I Greet the Angels

Thy Withering Orchard


I am waiting
I am awaiting my death
I await the shadow to conquer and shroud my heart

I am waiting
I am awaiting my last breath

Filled with an unearthly passion
The years past and died alone
Agonized my eyes look inside
The dark of the present

Awaiting my end
Just a dreadful death
Crying on my deathbed
Where the realms of sorrow
Stain my pillow as tears drip down
I leave this earth
I dream of a far horizon
Touching its clouds
No merciful salvation
Until I greet the angels
Awaiting my seraphim

Release my pain
Release me before I drown
Save me or follow me