Life out of the hands coming darkness,
Death bedevils heart and shreds the body,
There is no return from the underworld,
Who would I cope: how are things?
Life out of the hands coming darkness,
Death bedevils heart and shreds the body,
There is no return from the underworld,
Who would I cope: how are things?
Words, ideas, positive thoughts,
absence of definition of how things are,
I know not of what things to speak,
know not of what things to share,
an echo of what used to be