Drunk of our blood, a sky's faded.
We burned like lions with
Ares in their eyes
But it is only in songs
that I envy the winds.
O let the scatter
my heart
among the ruins.
Ashes the cold,
the silent cast in stone,
Lifeless the corpse,
The stench,the horor.
I pouredinto the vial of life the terror of living,the worst poison of all.
Depart from us or we will leave you
To be continued... |
