And I wade through dusken swamps
Knees deep in red joss paper
My back slouches
Bearing this urn of my own ashes.
Like white fingers the lotus pierce the surface
Hidden in the fog their chantings heard
And somewhere beneath the ripples
A snake sheds its tears, its cries muffled.
To drown in a sea of wisdom
With my youth gladly I shall trade
While choking on mother's milk
And entangled in long lost lullaby.
Decades of pain and sickness
Stripped bare with one last breathe
A lifetime of sins
Pardoned as the eyes are shut.
And even if nothingness awaits
It's naught but another dream.
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This is a really nice piece of black metal, i totally love it! Although nothing avantgarde, it has some unique flava' of its own. I mean, it's on repeat for a few hours now. \m/ BVCVLEI