Slow withering

Fragments of red agony

Quaint bacchanal

Unrestrained dance of disharmony



Ones, enveloped in flames

Spread to me their bloody hands

Thousands of corpses are crunching

Crunching under my feet

Winds are chanting

Their songs of sorrow and sadness

Incessant rains are feeding

Your mouldering body



Touch me

Breathe on me

With the cold breath of the night

The last warm days are gone

Soon the winter will come



Come and take me

I cannot stay anymore

Each day is like dying

In this abandoned world



Time has stopped

While this gloomy light of day seems to have no end

I hear, the sounds are shattering

and then they stifle into dense cotton-like fog

coming from the other side of the river

Its dark green waters carry empty coffins

opened for the dead to come