Like a ponderous lead hull, the sky
Crushes a mind given as pray
For the evil-eyed boredom's feast
Flaunts beside the mist shade,
A grey luminescence,
Day's light debased
More than a night's grave
The soil formed to a moist cell,
From where hope flees, this timid beast,
Like a bat hitting the vault
Wrecks shiftlessly against a moldy wall
The bells will toll in furious anger.
Like a ponderous lead hull, the sky
Crushes a mind given as pray
For the evil-eyed boredom's feast
Flaunts beside the mist shade...
In my soul a burial with no orchestra crawls
In decomposing silence, only hope yawns
And a dreadful anguish
The bells will toll in furious anger.