Thy Eternal Resting-Place

The zephyrus blew through death In deep, lonely glens where the eloquence of beauty glided into the marsh Horrid shades of the wood were fleeing away An oak sent it's roots abroad and pierced thine mold with a mysticism as an adagio Sylvanus warily trod on the rustling leaves Untouched desires honeyed the blossoms (Virgin orchids) An allegiance hid in the silence Now an autumn provokes a tear... Moans are increasing from a gravid she-wolf In the thorny embrace of felon, cold ground The old and prostrate trees are loosing their deep-rooted misery Rebellious melodies are hurting no one while mute gravedigger sings Midnight moon, o'er moistening dews Shining on the sad abodes of death Unpitying frosts and boreas' revenge Shall leave no vestige of hidebound dreams Murk has a murderous will A victim tæ life and it's tears In thy eternal last sleep Death reigns alone Thus quietly thy autumnal night goes on..