Frowning
			Extinct

1. Nocturnal Void

I

Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.


II

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.


III

The night, tho’ clear, shall frown—
And the stars shall look not down
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given—
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.


IV

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more—like dew-drop from the grass.


V

The breeze—the breath of God—is still—
And the mist upon the hill,
Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token—
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!


2. Encumbered by Vermin


3. Veiled in Fog

Forgotten is the grave
Mourned is the place of eternal rest

Veiled of moss is the stone
Forsaken and overgrown

Fog around
Void so pure

Obscurity
The ghost of the past
Losing ground
Sinking into turbid soil

Deep into darkness
So it’s time, time to calm down
To provide a clear conscience

Feel the embrace of the death
Follow through dark corridors into nothingness
Here’s my place to rest


4. Buried Deep

An empty heart, makes it steps through withered forests in the breath of plague
In this night there is a silence, the biting into hard grounds

Faded dreams in the splendor of dying light
Accompanied by the wind requiem
Here I walk like a specter, alone and desolated
Is man an error of God or God a mistake of man?
I stand outside of life on the edge of my abyss
In fever I carry the burden of life with tumbling senses
This will be my last look at this world, frozen graves above white sheets
But no one is going to write my name on stone panels
I do a step into the forgotten
I know that the time has come for me
The leaves have finally fall, and the farewell tears have dried
I walk from the ranks of the living, through my own grave in the eternal night
I climb into the blackness of my thoughts
It will take me to the malicious sleep
I dig deeper and deeper, to receive the kiss of the reaper

What’s going on in a man, that shovels his own grave
And searching for hope?
My body is laying to rest
And roots writhe in fitful slumber
This place sighs in the solemnity of this abandonment
With me, our contempt is sinking
The earth stirs, worms awake
To devour all the sick, what live creates

I breathe earth – I see my beginning
I breathe earth – I see my end
I breathe earth – buried and forgotten


5. Frédéric Chopin's Marche Funèbre

Instrumental