Circle Of Ouroborus - A Root Casket

A lonely melody & from the white skeleton keys & a distant sorrowful requiem & The suffocating soil & transforms into air to breathe & around my narrow realm & A maze of roots & under the woods & hear my call & answered by all & all these kingdoms & houses without windows & rulers and kings & eyeless they sing & A lonely melody & accompanied by the choir of ages it reaches the tops of trees & an under world cult & praising the shapeless one & icon like abstract form & These mouths suck & every drop & from our veins & from pleasures and pains & Inverse, rebellious bitter sweetness & sprinkling the herbs on this sadness