The Days Of The After and Behind – Cadaveria – letras

I was walking in the dustThrough the half-closed spacesIncrustations of mud and dewResins dripped in the stone.I discerned a man, alone,Frightened eyes, red of pain.I was walking in the pale wintry sunThrough the substrates of the windMosaics of clouds like raging herds.I discerned a crow, fierce, scanning the horizon…Vitreous eyes… and silver tears…Notes of a new pentagram,White pages ready to shelter obscure mysteries.I was walking in the dustThrough the half-closed spacesIncrustations of mud and dewResins dripped in the stone.I discerned a man, alone,Frightened eyes, red of pain.These are the days of the after and behind,The days of the present, that rolls by slow and full.I was walking in the dustThrough the half-closed spacesMosaics of clouds like raging herds.I was walking in the dustThrough the half-closed spacesVitreous eyes and silver tears.