Funeral Sorcery

Immortal is my admiration for the moment when the light is fading

For a cold obscurity that embraces the expanse

Life is a sparkle that expires in source

The only battle which we will never conquer

To perceive the conscience of dawn suffocated by the night

Which won't surrender to the brightness again

This vision haunts me and once I was close to fulfillment

Arriving too late after they took the cardinal part of might

Though the day shall come when I'll reach it

For the wonder at this face is my internal fire

I go out in the immense spaces bounded by crowns, drowned in fog

The dawn casts off remains of moon's silvery cover

I hear a ghastly call that leads me to this sacral place

Dark beyond all expression

The wood guides me where the scent of death becomes clear

I am there at last, on a thatch lies

What once was life's essence taken to hateful force

In partial unity with soil, slowly returns to it

The space majesty arisen by junction

Nature's involution with death's one evokes a bit strange states

From euphoria to fright, from aversion to morbid rejoice

Despite the vision's end I know that the day shall come

Of the encounter with my funeral sorcery…