Ravenous waters as distant as my misery,
That voracious longing for my days, my blood
Soaked days to turn a dreadful grey
Dying beneath the empty sky, Drowning below the
Dreadful waters, Buried by the dust of misery and
Burnt by the winds of despair
Among the stones I walk, with austere rays of empty light
So terrible to behold, and chants of death ever so cold
Trees of loneliness and gnarling mists
Their branches holding in their hands, the silhouette of my end
Echoes of clutching rope and empty lungs, My Dirge