The Days of the After and Behind - Cadaveria
I was walking in the dust
Through the half closed spaces
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins dripped in the stone
I discerned a man alone
Frightened eyes
Red of pain
I was walking in the pale wintry sun
Through the substrates of the wind
Mosaics 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 dust
Through the half closed spaces
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins 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
The days of the present
That rolls by slow and full
I was walking in the dust
Through the half closed spaces
Mosaics of clouds like raging herds
I was walking in the dust
Through the half closed spaces
Vitreous eyes
And silver tears