Oh dismal indolence of death
The morbid days of this decline you consecrate
Amongst the tombstones of the past
Your blacken shadow swiftly slithers forth
An ordure of the rigor fate
Is eating with its rot this yearning flesh
The vile flowers of your pest
Are blooming in these sores and spread their seeds
Sămânță de moarte
These wintry eyes are full of angst
They know that nothing is going to forever last
In the mortality of flesh
They see a feral sign of their creeping end
The sand is turning into dust
The things they’ve loved are all left in the past
These eyes are darkened with a wave
That is a shadow of the all consuming grave
Sămânță de moarte
This lifeless gaze, this marble face
This silent cry is mournful
These wintry eyes, once fine and bright
Are forever frozen
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