The Burial Ground of God

Join a funeral

Let's take an importance and dignity of

The moment.

There is a darkness sarcophagus

In front of us.

And inside there is a corpse of a dead god

Who burried forever

With his dead, lying rules.

The prayers come to us from below,

But he, as a god

Has never heard them.

But the time has come for him, too

Like for every god of all times.

The greatest the most powerfull

And just has come to the throne.

He looks proudly at his kingdom

And the burial - ground of gods,

Where the funeral with the sarcophagus

Treads dispassionately.

The most powerful's name

Sounds in the chaos.

But among the great,

Ancient graves

There is also his.

Every god dies.

The believers make him die.

His dead star emits light

Over the powerful burial - grounds of gods.

Buried religions and cultures,

Forgotten rules of the universe

Who come back to their

Primary ruler.

Nobody has the courage

To open graves!

There is no way to foresee

A burried disaster

For million years.