As a Funeral Inside - Cultus Sanguine

Life is senseless

It turns to grey

Grey

Is the colour of doubt

Doubt for tomorrow

Slowly I will depart

These grey days

Aren’t worth of my presence

As a funeral inside

I give no meanings

To this senseless life (of mine)

As a funeral inside

This cold light closes

My eyes

All the nothingness

Filling the poverty

Of this miserable human being

Stands in front of me