Frowning A Way into Relief

Текст песни "Frowning — A Way into Relief"

lost the will to live
death is the only thing that could extricate me
from this curse of sorrow
so I take a rope and roam from life to death
Now I've arrived at this old dark masonry
in a cold wooden crate I lie
between all these candles which are alight
just mine is extinct
grow, cold, dead
there's no bottom
I'm falling deeper and deeper into the depths of decease
submerged in a sea of tears
the tears of those who mourn about the loss
in the mousey fog of depression
once I kneeled and showeled the moist soil
now i lay down beside your grave
and finally the longing is satisfied