V (death) Lyrics - Fen

And thus 

No headstone will mark our passing 

No mourners shall pay tribute 

No tithes to those who surrender to blackness 

No offerings for those entombed in this barren land 

The bells toll only within the strata of lost ages 

Earth, death, time and sorrow our parting hymns 

The circle has no end - our solace, no beginning 

Peace is only found in these unheralded, desolate kingdoms 

Withing the silence of the soils 

Amongst the mass grave of the forgotten 

Cemeteries forged in peat 

A cenotaph of bog oak 

Shivering flesh cupped in the shriveled claws of the fenland mausoleum 

Welcomed by a womb of cold earth 

Coiling like a foetus, I succumb to the silence 

Amputating the senses 

Embracing a well of oblivion 

I yearn to dissolve into the infinite 

Where past, present and future are bereft of meaning 

Where each echo of my torrid material self 

Drips slowly into a sink hole of desolation 

Where each reflection of the flesh 

Causes a tidal surge of misery 

A patchwork of memories floats before my mind's eye 

And it is with the gratitude of a lifetime I witness them fade 

Dissipating and drifting as morning mists 

Eradicated for all time 

I pray for nothingness 

My starved will craves void 

And in this stark cradle of dead fen-flesh 

I have found solace 

I have found my reward 

I have found release 

I have found my blessed death