Ravenous waters as distant as my misery
That voracious longing for my days, my blood
Soaked days to turn a dreadful grey
Dying beneath the empty sky, Drowning below the
Dreadful waters, Buried by the dust of misery and
Burnt by the winds of despair
Among the stones I walk, with austere rays of empty light
So terrible to behold, and chants of d**h ever so cold
Trees of loneliness and gnarling mists
Their branches holding in their hands, the silhouette of my end
Echoes of clutching rope and empty lungs, My Dirge