Poem To Deads

Rise, children of loss
Shine over your sorrow
Rouse, your time arrived
Lay out your wounds

Rise, children of tears
Dispel your loathing
Rouse, lead our souls
To edges of the mourning

Rise, sons of despair
Reborn from the past
Emerge, inner creations
And guide us to lust

Rise, wandering spirits
Reveal your desires
Howl, decay your fears
Beyond world’s sweet lies

A dense mist rise upon my feelings
Enshrouding me with mourning and fear
Screaming painfully and suffocating
Souls from withered past are near

I opened my eyes and I looked to the skies
And a cold breeze sweeps to my skin
And the windswept drops suddenly
Bearing on its wings the chants of the fallen

They will never live again in this world
They will never can hope in an better destiny
They were forgotten by their cold gods
And the death bring to them an inner salvation

Their chants are sad and salty like the sea
Like the tears they lived on autumn leaves
Their fragile paths lead them to the end
Where days turns to the cold tombs of hopes

My God, see them, hear their prayers
Help them, save them from themselves
My God, see them, hear their voices
Help them, be their guide to joy

My God, teach them, forgive their misdoings
Adopt them and give them a new live
My God, trust them, adorn with patience
Believe them and don’t let again to die

Rise, children of loss
Shine over your sorrow
Rouse, your time arrived
Lay out your wounds

Rise, children of tears
Dispel your loathing
Rouse, lead our souls
To edges of the mourning

Rise, sons of despair
Reborn from the past
Emerge, inner creations
And guide us to lust

Rise, wandering spirits
Reveal your desires
Howl, decay your fears
Beyond world’s sweet lies