In Grave Rotting Is Slowly

Cryptic Tales

My eyes were closed
But I felt
Glances at me of people
Who bade
Me farewell

Gloomy Graves
Putrescibling corpses
Burning candles
It's my world

My flesh just completely
Withdrew
Of my Bones
But I still hear
Their voices

My eyes were closed
But I felt
Glances at me of people
Who bade
Me farewell