The rows of the even planted old treesstanding like the aged monuments of traditionpassed on of the eternal rule of lightimmortal stigma and the chains for brain
The fall is painting the trees in the colour of bloodflowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beingssentenced to the eternal estrangement
Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble domsovergrown of moss and shrouts crossesare screamin' to heaven for a fear of the light
I'm standing at the gate of eternitywith eyes full of pain gazed in nothingnessvileness and meanness - those are the earth kingdoms
The daily torment of existence comes again every part of a clockenergy and stone is a part of destiny