Obsequiae Wilweorthunga
Achlys scorned her reflection
Glaring through darkened water
Framed by stone and obscured forms
Beckoning the Keres slaughter
Why is it that men are born
As flowers never to bloom?
Seeking the wisdom of ages
Before they're taken too soon
Where was I when I was lost?
Before I was I among you?
Was it fate that led me to this place
Or my sorrow passing through?
I once spoke to the forest
Without the company of another
The solitude that she allows
Like secrets between lovers
Offerings were left this night
So that others might know tomorrow
When all of us have kept our words
Our lives with end in sorrow
