Burial In The Emerald Season – Damascus – letras

Burial In The Emerald SeasonBURIAL IN THE EMERALD SEASON|Red hued water cements upon her lipsher frail greying fleshdecay under my fingertipsso proud so boldupon what I have doneunveiled from the ivorylays her corpsethe snow is gone|The queen be rotting|A sylph so gracefully declined under haunting summer sunwhilst the birds return to clean the bones of the stalest oneI remember the site of last frozen breath, I had brought herto a corpse-shell restindecency had become of me when her spirit so uncleanexultant with undeserved successI just the peasant her end so pleasentprepare the fires of hell I gladly descend|Beneath the tree leaves, she will slumberentwined around her, the roots a sepulcher|Her frail corpse lay cross thy armsdrapped in a forest burial gownher essence is boundwith the body and soul of the woodsshe becomes one with the earth|Neath green, arms and forest lightwind rustles the trees through day and nightwhilst her unburied body liefuneral in the season of life|Diseased the hate for herbut a new guilt rivestearing my soul asunderwon’t rest at ease tonight|Burial in the emerald seasonnew found abode in the thrivingforest floor, the queen lay forever more,sealed in roots as a sepulcher