I bathe here in the vestige of hope Thou, the phantom visages of a common grave, Invite to me the seething night waters Invite to me the seething night waters
Behold this creek of ebon ice and lingering regret A myriad of undulating ghosts released from frozen cracks Their choir, a cicadan hymn, pervades the dreary fog
Forgotten relics lie within a forlorn tomb Carnal are the jaws and frigid is the womb
And soon into the graveyard’s maw the lustrous glow shall fade Their echoing laments no longer stain the past Their fleeting memories are borne to midnight rot My lifeless frame upon the black tombstone is cast
Fallen, writhing, and decaying in the riverbed Cloven are the hooves, skeletal and dead
The pines are my stoic brethren, the hemlocks stand guard over me I am the eclipse of the moonlit scars and the silhouettes of the of trees Chained to the sanguine riverbed as red cicadas envelop me When this grove shall decay, and only withering roots remain
I, the seething night, do condemn the pain The pallid moon adorned in thorns belies the rain I, the seething night, do bestow repose Unto the valiant wolves that have endured the coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
