Thanatology - Carpathian Forest

The cold hands were yours

The stiff face was yours

But you were not there

The eyes were yours, but they were closed

And would not open

The rays of the distant sun were there

The moon on the hills white shoulder

The trip of death, into the unknown

Silent and numb

The human mind, a vast universe

Dive into darkness

Falling further down in despair

The silent watcher of truth

You have lost your battle once, the quest of man

God given immortality

Pain strikes, the horror in their eyes

Rigor mortis, the death stiffness

The trip of death into the unknown

Silent and numb

The human mind a vast universe

Dive into darkness