A Sink to the Underworld 。。。

I wanted to go,

To the sky that flies no clouds,

To the sea that pushes no waves,

To the desert that flows no sand,

To the field that wields no crops.

To the realm that no one sees,

To the world that bores no life.

Where the air is filled with fear,

Where the music of our world be silenced,

Where no stars shall shine and no sun shall rise,

Where you could cry but non shall arrive,

Only darkness and forever.


At dawn which no sun rises,

The feast begins.

To conquer and to slaughter,

For honor and glory,

In blood and rage,

We slay.


The deads wouldn't die,

For death is the salvation to pain.

Let us be the one to hit the drum,

For their doom are yet to come.


In the noon where the Moon rises to consume the winners,

I closed my eyes, to enjoy the slaughter,

Soundless screams, endless fear, merciless hands.

The moon smiles at you, You.

Welcome to the feast.

And there is a dawn for you again.


When i woke up, there were lights, there was life and there was you, little ones.

A little bit of sweet and gloomy.

More of a hymns than a dream.


Ah, the sun rises, it's not going to rain today.

Bye.


Yves Hon