Death is...

Torches wakefuless chill on the graves
A sound of bell in the holy hours...
A dream which softenig his voing in better
Otherwise you have passed of world's butt

Passed have you when the sky fat is clear
White revers of milk and light flowers
When the dark clotes look sombre still
Tour arow by the queen Moon.

I see you like a silver light shadow
With the wings ruled hight to the skys
Look-up,pale soul to the clotes shell
Throught the rain of shafts and snow of stars.

A shaft is takeing you,a song leads you
With white hands on the chest are put like rood.
The song of wizard sing and...
Water is like silver,and air like gold.

I see your candid soul throught space how goes
I look then to the left over clay...white and cold
With hes long coat lay in grave
I look to you'r smail remained...

And I ask my hurt soul of doubt
Why have you died angel with white face
You never be young ,you were only beautifol!
Why have you gone to turn off radios stars...

Maybe there are castels
With arches of gold build from stars
With rivers of fire and a bridge of gold
And cliffs of myrrh and singing flowers.

But I know..death is a chaos ..and sea of stars
When life is a slop of rebel dreams
Oh...death is an century with blossom suns
When life is a tale ugly and lonly...

Maybe the highter arch can broke
To fall the nothing with hes large night
To see the dark sky and his lights
Like glimpse spoil of eternal life..

Since then evrything is different
But you you'r worm breath still remain lost
And you'r speek is forever silent
I know theat you were an angel of clay...