Cult Of Crucifixion (исполнитель: Virgin Black)
I will wander I will gather my flowers Withered and how soon forgotten Sing with passion Sing with vehemence grief too sad for song I pick the gravel from my eyes I need no words I am a face rid of features Curse this heedless folly I nothing? plaintive breath, a moment's vision Curse this dead And words crowd to my blistered throat Dip my wings in your magnificence Separate my head from their [bad word] I lay at length upon the earth Gnats dance through my sable cloak I lay at length upon the earth Heaven is silent in travailed prayer All darkness flaunts before me I wish that peace would revisit my mind Madness endeavours to soothe me Beckon me nearer, whisper discreetly When will the sun cease to climb? That I may write my last farewell To these gaunt residing shadows