I am the bard of the everything is dead my soul, turned to black The misery of the existence torture my soul torture my body I cant rest The boonies and the blood the worms in the flash inspire me to make one verse
Anguish torment deep suffering in my soul! I am the bard of the everything is dead my soul, turned to black
N’augusta solidão dos cemitérios, Resvalando nas sombras dos ciprestes Passam meus sonhos sepultados nestes Brancos sepulcros, pálidos, funéreos.
São minhas crenças divinais, ardentes Alvos fantasmas pelos merencórios Túmulos tristes, soturnais, silentes, Hoje rolando nos umbrais marmóreos.
Quando da vida, no eternal soluço, Eu choro e gemo e triste me debruço Na lájea fria dos meus sonhos pulcros.
Desliza então a lúgubre coorte, E rompe a orquestra sepulcral da morte, Quebrando a paz suprema dos sepulcros.
I am the bard of the everything is dead my soul, turned to black The misery of the existence torture my soul torture my body I cant rest The boonies and the blood the worms in the flash inspire me to make one verseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
