Lament Of The Perishing Roses

Where'er thou walkest, thou strewest roses - Thornless and deep
Reds are they
Onto a beauteous path harmony thou leadest
Where waterfalls sing their hymns of appraisal

Germinate into green the sterile earth -
Equiponderat'd new life against decay

Wash the macrocosm with morning dew -
Aurora of the waterfalls' encircling rainbows

In the horizon the appearance of a blackening empyrean
A furious whirling wind accompanied by skies of dusk

In the lead - The Pale Horse - pulling a cart of dead deities -
The beautiful colors are drift'd away

Black Asphodels ascend from the overcloudéd livid blossom
Completely covering acherontic the land that was thought everlasting