The Widow´s mourn

Ascend by shadows in thy steps

Stumbles at a deep dark blue sea

Thou will succumb to the death

Weeps, for the last fallen tear

Beyond the veils she looks like

An atypical kind of sacrifice

Thy grief causes a dark poison

Similiar to a ferocious snake bite

A mournful and endless greed

Old scars, silencing the night

Mix the slimy blood in thy mind

Try to survive, before twilight

Beyond the veils she conceives

An atypical kind of freezing