The House of Funerary Hymns

I live in a terribly lugubrious crypt,

My existence passes far away from the real world

Unfortunate dwelling of my linege, who's offsprings reside in urns

Buried between shadows & stillness

I have no contact with the living,

& unavoidably i drown in a total desperation

In company of things that are not

Or that where here before, but not now

There is no sanity to distinguish them in these agonic hours

Now no one leaves flowers

At the melancholic shadows of the granite gravestone...

Only i reside in this hidden mortuary mansion

The house of the funerary hymns

Far away from the mist that covers the horizon,

Palely shines the hateful warning moon

And in the very depths, where there is no light

Terrible howling emerging from desperation,

Between dark valleys & misty woods,

You can see horrible & grotesque shapes,

Around their pantheons

You can't describe it because it's so desolating...

Every where tears drip, between their pale faces

That fade the light of the stars

Putrefaction covers it all, and moss is the only flower that remains

In my unfortunate dwellings of my lineage, who's offsprings reside

In urns buried between shadows & stillness

Only i reside in this hidden mortuary mansion

The house of the funerary hymns