Funeral Procession

Listen to this sound, so soft, like a caress" This sweet melody is like a kiss in my forehead" I think that this night will be long, neverending" But I have no fear, we are protected here" Sweetly, slowly, soft snow is falling Covers o

Winter comes slowly And like a sweet poison Inebriates the senses And freezes the heart It's like a nourishment For flowers made of dust Grown in the hope Whitered in the oblivion Forgotten fields Where flowers are stillborn Immutable skies Where sta

The crowd slowly passed Moans everywhere Confused whispers Formed a prey Heavy grey clouds Came with the mourn Tears from the sky Kissed the coffin Like a choir of shadows Rise our prey of death In these moments we don't know Who is the dead, who is