There's no joy in what I see
Looking at my own
I have watched over thousand deaths.
Possesed the mourning families.
I have
Secrets born in me are the conjurations
Malicious mysteries-calling of the
I stand alone
Waiting for my thoughts
Alone among
Shattered visions, waiting
Ete
Blessed are those who know and face sorrow.
Thus who experience
Tjsi morbid night melancholy
Moon of funerals broods
Mist rising from the
Once again my thoughts-are drifting back in time.
Remembering the times-when
Tears wet the coffin dust
Mourning stains the wooden lid
Through the
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