Moan Of The Grief

In the mist of cold gloom

You can hear the moan of the grief

Illusive shadows of the past

Suffocating smell of fume.

Salty taste of blood, lacerations

Neigh of horses, breath of death.

Sunbeams burnt the souls

The earth was suffering human flesh

The wind carried away agonal rattles,

Loud shouts, furious moans

The flocks of birds of pray were spinning around in the sky

Life and death become as one.

In the darkness of the night

You can hear the moan of grief

Fury of feebleness, painful rattles

Moans of the burnt earth, divine sobbings