Buried Among Skeletal Woods

The autumn is arrived

All the forest's trees

seems as burned skeleton on the night

The rain fall from the moon

full of desperation

on this time of deep melancholy

I have to wander

to seek my body

that's falled on the heretical's chasm

I am my soul

this sad autumnal wood will be my grave

I'm near the place of death

I feel my body

that suffer its eternal pain

With dismal light of moon

all seems without life

burned trees embrace my soul

The rain fall here

and wash all blood

But you can hear

my bloody mouth

that screams and crys its tormented pain

What a horrible vision

must to see my eyes

Looking at my corpse

I understand what I felt

Picking up my body

I want to be buried

far away from the consecrated earth

The sky's turning black

nature shows its power

to honour my unholy death

Shouting to the sky

cursing the god of weak

I fill my soul of hate

My dust will remain here

among this skeletal wood

where mourning and sadness reign