A Silent Foreboding letra

I shall have written to you of the black,
Ere chants of pain with cries of woe are twined
Foreboding ill in sullen bitterness,
In death's dour hand will i have written then

How words may smite when thoughts all bite amain,
The sore body made more akin to corpse
With loathsome stench amidst unlatched decay
A prayer austere will i have woven then

What long has lacked the strength of voice now rears,
In spelling out makes secret poison stir
A deathly strain, in coarse rags through it slumber,
Bedecked with loam, grim fate metes out afresh

So fierce a beast the cry appears anon,
With wings outspread frail hope is wont to batter
It may so be the tomb is far too precious: invitingly, its charms their hold bid tighten...

In silence stern will i have penned it then,
A brooding prayer composed of sacred woe
Ere soul is risen to the folds of black
And on my doorstep death vouchsafes to tread

I will have written to you of the black, surreptitiously, nay, maliciously...

Kozeljnik - Letras

• A Silent Foreboding
• A.o.t.U
• Awaken The Bloodking!
• Breeding the Apocalypse
• Deeper the Fall
• Kaospawn
• Scourged With Apathy
• Sigil Rust
• Starcave, Depths And Chained (rehearsal)
• The All-Consuming
• ThetruthisDeath
• Through The Vast Deathyards
• Void to Final Consumption
• Wrecked In Ruins Of Solitude