Nightly Gale - Green of Grove

Flesh and soil
You`ll see the stars
One yelp and sleep
You`ll nothing feel ...

Six feet under
You are falling down

Mind and spirit
Never ending pain
And green of grove
Your obsequies

Come closer, I don`t want to harm you.
I`m your destiny, end of your road.
Don`t philosophise. It`s simple.
Death is unavoidable!