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dramaturgy) wrote2005-03-26 11:34 am
dramaturgy) wrote2005-03-26 11:34 am
The Burial
My Home is the Tomb
In the captivity of the Holy Land
I don't see a Light for ages
In the cramped caske
t I don't see the Sun and the sky
There is Realm of Death
Only demons talk with me here
Way back don't be here, but in my cramped box
I was seized with the yearning
I miss Light
There is Realm of Death
I've wandered in other worlds
But my mind where slumbering
You have been filled with Lie
Lie of mystical revelations
I'm not saying good bye
The Moon arises in the East! Why not
Bearers of another life! Get out of my Cemetery.
The Eternal Incantation took me a prisoner.
I lie under the tombstone
Now I must give evil to the Earth
Everything is unreal where I was to my death day
It's night now. It's my time.
There is moon shines. I'm waking up
What do you seek strolling about the dark streets of my graveyard
What do You want flamingly to know
There is nothing except Emptiness
Under the weight of the stones my bones rot for a million ages
Under the weight of ages I languish, It's my fate
As evening approached, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who had himself become a disciple of Jesus. Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus' body, and Pilate ordered that it be given to him. Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there opposite the tomb.
-- Matthew 27:57-61
In the captivity of the Holy Land
I don't see a Light for ages
In the cramped caske
t I don't see the Sun and the sky
There is Realm of Death
Only demons talk with me here
Way back don't be here, but in my cramped box
I was seized with the yearning
I miss Light
There is Realm of Death
I've wandered in other worlds
But my mind where slumbering
You have been filled with Lie
Lie of mystical revelations
I'm not saying good bye
The Moon arises in the East! Why not
Bearers of another life! Get out of my Cemetery.
The Eternal Incantation took me a prisoner.
I lie under the tombstone
Now I must give evil to the Earth
Everything is unreal where I was to my death day
It's night now. It's my time.
There is moon shines. I'm waking up
What do you seek strolling about the dark streets of my graveyard
What do You want flamingly to know
There is nothing except Emptiness
Under the weight of the stones my bones rot for a million ages
Under the weight of ages I languish, It's my fate
As evening approached, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who had himself become a disciple of Jesus. Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus' body, and Pilate ordered that it be given to him. Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there opposite the tomb.
-- Matthew 27:57-61