Ashen funeral

in the name of darkness
the wind is screaming, yet
and trees are tearing
ravens are waiting for that horizon never seen
forest is cold and hearts are black
but the love is living in our eyes full of gloat and pine
love is the rag wisdom
love is wisdom allways, at least for us
we forget the light because something is there to live
something is there to fight, to death
silence in our tearing
blackness in our griefs
we forget the nazarene and mohammedan
we choosed our way, truth is there to live
silence in our tearing
blackness in our griefs
and gone is the god of their faith
I'll be forgotten, forgotten in the forest of old
that forgotten forest of dark
the anti-god has rules the world
but what about our faith ?
darkness... nothing ?
nothingness screams buried me, so deep
philosophies of darkness just rules in the dark
we need the dark
anti-god never makes for us
where is here ?
where the god is nothing
where the flowers are gray
where the tears are cold, red
where is there ?
where the god is nothing
where the flowers are black
where the tears are cold, black
this is the funeral, I feel
this is the ashen funeral, but where we go ?
no where... nothing... darkness