Exaltation Of Death (2008) – In Exaltation Of Death

Part one:

 

In the absence of light,

In the dead of the night,

‘Neath the vault of old trees

I fall to my knees,

And give in to the winds

That arise like strange hymns

As if they were sung

In an old unknown tongue.

 

‘Tis a whisper of grief

That ushers in summer’s decease.

 

And so I listen, all imbued

With themes of solitude,

With woes and sorrows never told

That touch my very soul.

One final time ere Summer dies

I watch the pale moon rise,

She casts a veil of gentle light

On the forests of the night.

 

Part two:

 

Now the vast, sombre veil

Is cast o’er my tale

And autumn displays

The last crimson days.

But this beauty is damned,

It succumbs at the end

When it is torn by grim storms

And the cold season dawns.

 

Tempests darken the sun

And autumn is bound to succumb.

 

I hear malignant night-winds grow

Into storms of howling woe

That haunt the autumnal sceneries

And usher in decease.

Once all beauty is dead and gone

And ravens come in throngs

The coldest days draw on apace

And Winter shows his face.

 

Part three:

 

When the winds sing their song

Of life lost and gone

I’m at one with the cold

And my story is told.

 

‘Neath the dark, leafless vault

I listen, enthralled,

For the season of grief

Longs for my decease.

‘Neath the dark, wintry vault,

I can’t but exalt

The season of grief

And my own cold decease.

 

Thus I take one last breath

And I die –

In exaltation of death.