Infected - Thy Eternal Resting-Place

The zephyrus blew through death
In deep, lonely glens where the eloquence of beauty glided into the marsh
Horrid shades of the wood were fleeing away
An oak sent it's roots abroad and pierced thine mold with a mysticism as an adagio
Sylvanus warily trod on the rustling leaves
Untouched desires honeyed the blossoms (Virgin orchids)
An allegiance hid in the silence

Now an autumn provokes a tear...

Moans are increasing from a gravid she-wolf
In the thorny embrace of felon, cold ground The old and prostrate trees are loosing their deep-rooted misery
Rebellious melodies are hurting no one while mute gravedigger sings
Midnight moon, o'er moistening dews
Shining on the sad abodes of death
Unpitying frosts and boreas' revenge
Shall leave no vestige of hidebound dreams
Murk has a murderous will
A victim tæ life and it's tears
In thy eternal last sleep
Death reigns alone

Thus quietly thy autumnal night goes on..