Flowers For A Funeral

"Nós os ossos que aqui estamos, pelos vossos esperamos"

Como um pântamo fétido e morto

Estagnado e em adoração ao luar

Exalava um leve cheiro adocicado a cemitério

Um odor de podridão impregnava o ar

Hearted with pain in nocturnal ways

Conceived to a thousand deaths

To mourn the loss like a mellow fruit

Thus rotting carcass in fullmoon imagery

Thirteen candles support a magana in enchanting sorcery

An ebbing coronach vagrant to fatbom and to raise the dead

Oh Death, art thee cold and pale as a wintry dawn

Under the glow of a poisoned sun in agony

Lust with mortandity as to love and rapture abandoned

Lyricism, madonna lily, roses and carnation burn

Hammer in skullcrushing episodes and bestial warlust

Benighted and anguished fragrance, the scent of wolves

Fallen with the mist upon the graves as higher goes Astarte

Moonlight adorns the dead and embraces them in slumber

Madalenna reborn into the night

Revirgined to orgy the dead

Engraving in the oldest oak the lore of eternity

Mother of the dead in sunsets like blood

In grieving gardens as jewels of the blackest kind

Nemesis - "Now free to hunt the sheep"

O luar banba a pele putrefacta de morte

Flores funebres fedem e libertam vapor

Num jardim onde o purgatório é a sorte

Feridas mortais suam e supuram de dor

The drakon hissed

Descending to smothered glade

Glistening in supernal bliss

To awe the throng by the blade

Clung and benighted with the nether darkness

Of tattered, rend carcasses' caress

To leche the Eden and plunder all beauty

Doth the serpent ravish the light

By the dew of dusk benight

The sun bled away in wane to be

Seven banshees sing in seven silvered dresses

Seven deaths to follow the path to the grave

Seven witches dance to seven deadly songs

In seven burning pentagrams as seven moonlight shadows darken

Penumbrant circles close

For the beast to be crowned

Thirteen nails as thorns of oxidated iron

Left to rest

Mortals lie in sombre graves

Flowers for the sun bleeding away

We bones that here lay, for yours await...

In shapes so hideous and snowpale skin - a corpse

Lover of shadows and all utter darkness

Oh Death, art thee cold and bloodless and pale

Not a light dwells but the glow of thy scythe

Carnation, roses and lilies burn

Rapine voyeur of the night

Focused to hunt the feeble

The queen, whore temptated to taste the scent of virginity

Hecate in her celestial grave observing the falling mist

Embracing the dead in their slumber

Moonlight adorns the dead

Thus the drakon hissed

Lo! The descending and misty glade

Glistening in celestial bliss

To awe the flocks by the blade

By the dew of sunset benight

Doth the serpent ravish the light

Flowers for a funeral

Moonlight adorns the dead