Funeral Blues - Aenaon

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…