Into the Elder Grove

Due to my grief beloved
 I strive to reach the sky's arch
 Guided by a shimmering halo
 Of undesired fate
 Surrounded by silence I feel well
 One to feel the sorrow's bliss
 Lights of a new world appear
 Mine is the distress, mine is the void
 I follow the whispers
 And predict the end
 Gaze through the open window
 Into the approaching night
 A scenery of grotty shadows
 Wells up my delight
 Mine bloom of live may wither
 Wake shades within thy eyes
 Don't ask for sense of purpose
 Or a greater god
 Yet my death is bittersweet
 Emptiness is what I seek
 Now is the day of reckoning
 Void shall be as passioning
 As thy abundance
 Let my darkness spread
 Once the blackbirds fly
 Let my visions pass
 Once the fictions die
 Lay me down
 To ground
 In elder
 Grove
 I shall see
 Behind
 The rim
 Of life
 Gaze through the open window
 Into the approaching night
 A scenery of grotty shadows
 Wells up my delight
 Mine bloom of live may wither
 Wake shades within thy eyes
 Don't ask for sense of purpose
 Or a greater god