He feels self constrained between casket boards.He cannot breath freely
Birth and death - two secrets Nature - Grand enigma
The grey ground is burnt by the sunDried by winds.It
There is nothing in the worldWithout domination of spirit.Great spirits
Black crosses extend to endless farFrom graveyards allies, fan ice-cold.Remains
The Medieval EuropeIn a black obscurantismOf church moralThe thousands of
The way from former LifeIs across the deadIn new existenceOf
The black moon risesOver the worldIn the AbyssOf eternity.There're no
I live in a dark visionOf the cold night,I'm feeling
The sacred might concealsUnder a shell of our consciousness.The latent
The death approach by a grey fog,The death wrap your
I die and I want to seeThe last hope of
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