Dismal Gallery

Black clouds have accumulated over the town
The wind blows so strong that the trees seem to have will
They shake off and twist as if something was bothering them
Hurting it, annihilates inside
The paths of this village now forgotten by the light
Dance and calls me, seducing these five senses
Poisoned by hatred and despair

Crows rush against the rocks
Brutally beating their wings and skulls
With dementia their bodies are shattered
Thick and icy blood paints my skin spread
One by one they fall from the mountain, all come to die here
I cannot stand to contemplate this massacre
Disturbs my perception and pulverizes my mind

Was it possible to distinguish what was happening to me?
Could I only attend to the call of death?
Black-winged creatures, with their corpses flood everything
That is around me, embrace the horrible nature
Of their suicide, embrace the dismal gallery
The messengers of the inanimated, radical purge
Shout that I, must exterminate every source of light
Weak souls
Forever in the darkness