Sinsaenum My Swan Song
A funeral intonation
Grunting and hissing
Silent throats ultimately unlocked
Wielding the harps of gold
Smothering
Like breathless walls
Viscous and putrified
Lungs collapse under expiry
The haunting chants keep singing
In harmony of suffering
This is my swan song
Where the wings writhe in agony
Nocturnal darkness
Embracing the sun
This is my swan song
Where the wings writhe in agony
Nocturnal darkness
Embracing the sun
Unearthed for eternal seconds
Cremating the remains
Has taken it all from them
On their way to final abyss
This is my swan song
Where the wings writhe in agony
Nocturnal darkness
Embracing the sun
