Languor Paroles

Spread to me their bloody hands
Thousands of corpses are crunching
Crunching under my feet
Winds are chanting
Their songs of sorrow and sadness
Incessant rains are feeding
Your mouldering body

Touch me
Breathe on me
With the cold breath of the night
The last warm days are gone
Soon the winter will come

Come and take me
I cannot stay anymore
Each day is like dying
In this abandoned world

Time has stopped Its dark green waters carry empty coffins
opened for the dead to come