Funeral Blues-Aenaon

Funeral Blues by Aenaon – cover art Funeral Blues Aenaon Don't stand at my grave and cry, The human mind can't conceive the substance Within these borders, no one other exist Don't mourn for the bravery and freedom Only reapers, reaping the wisdom I force the matter to collide with my mind On the dreadful moments something sparkles inside me On the dreadful omens, there is nothing you can't redeem I don't accept this dept of time, so brief The future wounds and sudden grief Inside the body of the elder gloom This picture gave me infinite relief The desolation and the sorrow for those who died, or those who are The only fellow, a rusty gallows just vicious night, thick like death Dig and watch - Just stones and soil Dig and wonder - It's necessary end Dig and hear - The rhythm of the silence and whisper the funeral blues Keep fresh the grass upon the grave, These roots will always be my chains, Like spoils of death are shining with awe. By this cell I drowned in the waves, a body like ship is ready to sail, Which is the quest I ask? Just to be wrecked… This scream is not yours, the dead do not lie in your soil, they become birds and trees delivered from mortal flesh No one can see the light, no one can feel The generations yet to come You're not the one, you're not the one Always pretending, to be able to live the endless path of death Coming and going day and night, descending to earth How do you confront life, life and death, virtue and fear? This vision that every time every time burns inside, will continue forever more...