Stately columns standing in solemn rows
Such empty honours are suitable for those
Whose death erases all renown and fame

And vanquishes their glory with their name

Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields

Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?

By the golden beauty of dusk

and the sun low in our sky
By the haunting shadows of trees
and graves, mesmerized am I.


Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.


By the golden beauty of dusk
and the sun low in our sky

By the haunting shadows of trees
and graves, mesmerized am I.


Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades

But not for those whose superior worth

After death extols them to the earth
I would even venture to $$#ume
That one need not build for them a tomb

By human art, since glory heaven sent
Serves them as a living monument


Pain is a far away land,
Misery, a lifetime's journey...
...and I lust for death (judgement)