Under the veiled skies of the neverending light
An old graveyard lies blanketed by the moonshine
Dark clouds seized my mind
Deep howls of the stilled bush
Owls meet with fears beyond my grasp
Overflowed by a fatal stillness
A blasphemous procession of shades
Lies in wait from the dark hollows
Desolation and decrepitude
Surround the fateful enclosure
Disgusting hodgepodge of old slabs
Shapes of the gravestones hide in dust
Oppresive vapors stem from soul
Fluids of the depths
Creepy sign of immemorial ages
Ancient burial place
Diffuse stench of rotten stones
Mausoleums crumble down
A repulsive mix of weeds and stones
In ancient and emetic graves
Awaits the life that we’ll never know
It’s time to dig the humid ground