Now That I Die - Fallen

So fragile

Like swords of glass

How I hurt

Now

Bolt my hands

That no pain may grow from them

Hold me

Pain drowns in your arms

To mourn is a virtue

Mountainous waves

Oh wielder of tortures

Overflow in madness and in dark

Seething under skin with boiling wounds unleashed

That which kills the light and eats sunsets

Can I spill for you the grieving?

May I show you the splendour of dying?

Autumn of life is not as beautiful

As that I dreamt of

Nor the winter

As ruthless

Ashes to coal

Maketh my heart pour

Hold me

Pain drowns in your arms

Give me souls peace

Now that I die

Burn if thou wilst

Oh necrotic flower

I rest and covet no longer

The spirit flies

Mouth the chant

Mute and reeking

Snow-like passing on

What foul stench reels about you