My Sorrow

Burn me so I shall rise from ashes
Upon your grave now scattered
As the wind rages and lashes
No more... No more laughter...

A man... A loner... Upon worlds end
Fiery thoughtful eyes... Observing
A single rose in his bleeding hand
Observing with hope... Pitiful thing

He holds what he has
For what he wants he shall
Never ever get... He blames
All those who love this hell

Silently he chants: Come forth adored
Thy shallow grave holds thee no more.



                  „My sorrow, she's here with me
                  As beautiful as only she can be“               
                          The Faded Earth, Aeternum Vale, Doom: VS