I live in a terribly lugubrious crypt,
My existence passes far away from the real world
Unfortunate dwelling of my linege, who's offsprings reside in urns
Buried between shadows & stillness
I have no contact with the living,
& unavoidably i drown in a total desperation
In company of things that are not
Or that where here before, but not now
There is no sanity to distinguish them in these agonic hours
Now no one leaves flowers
At the melancholic shadows of the granite gravestone...
Only i reside in this hidden mortuary mansion
The house of the funerary hymns
Far away from the mist that covers the horizon,
Palely shines the hateful warning moon
And in the very depths, where there is no light
Terrible howling emerging from desperation,
Between dark valleys & misty woods,
You can see horrible & grotesque shapes,
Around their pantheons
You can't describe it because it's so desolating...
Every where tears drip, between their pale faces
That fade the light of the stars
Putrefaction covers it all, and moss is the only flower that remains
In my unfortunate dwellings of my lineage, who's offsprings reside
In urns buried between shadows & stillness
Only i reside in this hidden mortuary mansion
The house of the funerary hymns
