Testo di Languor

Slow withering Fragments of red agony Quaint bacchanal Unrestrained dance of disharmony Ones, enveloped in flames Spread to me their bloody hands Thousands of corpses are crunching Crunching under my feet Winds are chanting Their songs of sorrow and sadness Incessant rains are feeding Your mouldering body Touch me Breathe on me With the cold breath of the night The last warm days are gone Soon the winter will come Come and take me I cannot stay anymore Each day is like dying In this abandoned world Time has stopped While this gloomy light of day seems to have no end I hear, the sounds are shattering and then they stifle into dense cotton-like fog coming from the other side of the river Its dark green waters carry empty coffins opened for the dead to come