Moan Of The Grief

Khors

In the mist of cold gloom
 You can hear the moan of the grief
 Illusive shadows of the past
 Suffocating smell of fume.

 Salty taste of blood, lacerations
 Neigh of horses, breath of death.
 Sunbeams burnt the souls
 The earth was suffering human flesh

 The wind carried away agonal rattles,
 Loud shouts, furious moans
 The flocks of birds of pray were spinning around in the sky
 Life and death become as one.

 In the darkness of the night
 You can hear the moan of grief
 Fury of feebleness, painful rattles
 Moans of the burnt earth, divine sobbings