Paroles de Horta Funebra

To palido rostro en tu sombrio perfil refleja la lugubre penuria del ser humano, hacia 1348 hacinabas muertos por decenas y tu vida era la muerte, arrebatassste la flor de mi vida, pero aun asi me funesto deseo es adorarte. In the desolation the whole, scenario, the only sound is the constant moaning of the wind, overhead the immense sky is hazy black and resurgence of life is over. La muerte negra, spreads her ehinous wings and descending against human race, gathering of pale flowers, flowers on black veil, people sleep in suffering everyday. Trionfo della morte as a crack in mankind thus, completing their cycle in vitae in morte di horta funebra No one will deny that bleakness, on symptom of the seventh doomplague terrestrial calvary mirrored a paradise in debris and sweetmisery regina matter putrefactio, the hadez followed with her a precious ange with fluttering dismay, seemed to become an enormous teratoid Ad interitum funebrarum Having recaptured the gloomy feeling, the insight it gave me as appallaing abyss is still vivid to me until my death.