Funereal Dance - IXION

They’re dancing around stars

Silver shrine has opened

His black ponderous jaws

To glimpses of nebula

They are mortal fools of nature

Hearsed in void out of their sepulchre

Thoughts beyond reaches of our souls,

Corpses have burst their cerements

Cannot believe

Ghost ships in darkness

Cold tombs for our friends

What may this mean?

Obsequious sorrow in obstinate condolement

Suffocating, you died with eyes wide opened

Impious stubbornness, grief

And mourning duties

This must be so, who still has cried?

Unprevailing woe