Texty: Cemetery Of Scream. Melancholy. And Just The Birds....

Elegy of silent windows of wind
In the boughs of the trees
Of the plain of lights
Wrapped up in a grief

The crest of roof broken an' left
Walls overgrown of grass an' wine
White shrub washed down of drops of storm
Windows bunged with rotten boards

And just the birds live here
Wanderers from distant hills
The bringin' the breath of a space
Breath of unreal impetus