Mistress Of The Dead - Reflection Of Red Rose In The Black Marble Tombstone Beside Her Face Тексты
Portrait of Her face...
...Black marble...
reflecting sadest image of red rose
standing beside Her tombstone.
The pain of weeper...
...bleeding...
on wreath of throns...
...kneeling...
bemoaning Her death so bitterly,
covered in haze of autumnal smell of decay.
Two flowers...
...first painfully dead,
the other still living...
Both burning through my soul...
...their livid silhouettes
drowning in the eternity of shoreless time.
My lips whispering quietly Her name.
Knowing, there's no turning back
on the cemetery path of life,
colored in black,
lost in neverening distance,
leading into voiceless emptiness...
Missing her Touch cruelly,
Her embrace of warmth
I can only find in the image of Her beautifull face,
from darkest grief of tombstone.
Dying of my weakness.
Mortal tears killing my will to live.
When I see this grating tragedy,
Radiating from Her face
...though smiling...
eyes shining in purest beauty of Her innocence...
I can feel the deepest grave...
...inside my tortured soul...
...of mutilated shades..."
* Funeral of my soul
"I'm in depression, sorrowfull time,
Flowers of pain, misty visions of end.
I lay in this cold ground,
My coffin smell like death.
Funeral of my soul,
Tears and despair,
Eternal rest.
Cemetery rain in the black night.
I'm buried inside myself.
I can't breathe.
I'm dead shadow,
In this fucking world!