The Nameless Dark (2015) – A Hundred Ropes

Gloomy, gloomy lies the orchard,

Full of dead and crippled trees.

A hundred ropes are wound around a hundred throats

Of those who sensed the darkness at the end of vain belief.

 

They came here sick and thin as death

To die before the whole world ends.

The rotten fruits of hopelessness

Disperse the stank of pestilence.

 

In vain they sought the light of god

As above is but the dark that conquers all.

There is no “beyond the veil”.

There only is “beneath the pall”.

 

Bereft of goddesses and gods,

Of saviours and saints,

This world drifts into nothingness

And the nameless dark descends.

 

There is darkness at the end of the tunnel.

Salvation is a fabled myth.

They all set forth to nowhere.

They only ceased to exist.

 

Gloomy, gloomy lies the orchard,

Full in bloom of putrid grief.

A hundred ropes are wound around a hundred throats

Of those who sensed the darkness at the end of vain belief.

 

Ashes cling to lifeless flesh

As does darkness to the world that ends

While I am setting forth again

And the nameless dark descends.