World of pain Aflame with sadness Shrouded with ails Unspeakable 'lest my mouth spills
The beckoning of flowers bent With the weight of sorrow Of stones with names 1 never knew, yet feel I dance with them And hear their soft whisp
Cursed be thy name and all thine deeds Oh how we yearn for the life you seek to spill Thou art truly black And the dead writhe 'neath the earth on which you trod
No throne is mine among the Dead With shame entombed in restless graves A tearless sermon, and Their silent tongues fell limp
But mute curses sting deep Deep into the soil And travels yon the gates Where they may linger Like unwanted children Growing as tumours In wombs of stone Under weeping willows
No peace then in death Or life alike So be it But all are dead And only the knell sings Hymns of grief Resounding in ancient churchyards
Sweet is that serenade To eyes in bloom with sadness
