O' splendid d**h, how I do long for Thee
Please, carry me through embellished gates
For the veracious reflection of my soul's mirror
Glisten bright in unconscious pa**ion
The lust for eternal departure
For in my dreams
The heart's most beloved
I do breathe nevermore...
In the distress of life I demand
The plagues from below to storm again
And so they swept through the world
Yearning for liberty
As I witnessed once in the mournful visions
I now behold the grandiose gate
To the vastly unknown
For this I do proclaim; to the grave I belong
Since all I perceive brings me anguish and doubt
For which poem in the world could portray
The woeful absurdity of inception's cause
From nothingness to sordid matter?
We do not belong to this stillborn world
But to the endless void, the void of it's grave...
O' splendid d**h, how I do long for Thee
Please, carry me through embellished gates
For the veracious reflection of my soul's mirror
Glisten bright in unconscious pa**ion
The lust for eternal departure...