Epicedium کے بول

The ashen people cry They sigh in vain for life And tears from tired eyes are falling Filling ponds with grief Bitter thoughts they bleed Gloomy water fills the seas These repentant blackened souls All sentenced to deplore The malicious deeds in mortal life On what they now redeem The baneful essence feeds Growing strong - awaits release With tears they raise the seeds Knowing - Condemned they watch it grow In this eternal sleep Creating the reality Dim heartbeats moaning chime Send shivers down my spine Can this be real - i hear the breathing A distant rumble roars It rumbles cross the moors The ground beneath me fels alive With tears they raise the seeds Knowing - Condemned they watch it grow In this eternal sleep Creating the reality A serenade of death and pain Is playing in my head The ashen people fades away And nothing seems the same I face a bloodred sky I sense the silent time A vision from the past is calling A child of misery A book of sand i see It's like a dream within a dream With tears they raise the seeds Knowing - Condemned they watch it grow In this eternal sleep Creating the reality