I live in a terribly lugubrious crypt, My existence passes far away from the real world Unfortunate dwelling of my lineage, whose offsprings reside in urns Buried between shadows and stillness I have no contact with the living, And unavoidably I drown in a total desperation In company of things that are not Or that were 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 and misty woods, You can see horrible and grotesque shapes, Around their pantheons You can't describe it because it's so desolating... Everywhere 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, whose offsprings reside In urns buried between shadows and stillness Only I reside in this hidden mortuary mansion The house of the funerary hymnsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
