(Kaleidoscopic images come spiralling out of the past in bursting flashes that assault the senses and leave one bewildered and disoriented. Fragmented images…frozen in time…alternate with howling echoes of disjointed bedlam. By the time the Traveler adjusts, the tumultuous flow has ceased and settled into a stable scene. It portrays a meadow on a warm summer's day. A great old tree casts its imposing shadow amidst the meadow. Its knotted branches are gnarled and twisted, as to reveal age beyond imagining, and bears no distinguishing marks. As a matter of fact, aspects of most other tree forms can be seen marking its massive trunk and scarce foliage. Unlike most other trees, this tree is not a host of swarming life, an ecosystem teeming with various coexisting species. No sap runs through its veins and no parasites course through its bark. It seems as though the very soil the Tree stands on is dead itself. Even the air around the Tree seems colder and more acrid, rustling though its dry leaves and whispering immemorial secrets in long-forgotten tongues. The outer layers of its bark are rimmed with cracks and wrinkles that strangely remind of human faces. A monument of death itself, it does strangely disturb the wholesome harmony of the warm and sunny mid-afternoon.) In a world polluted by corpses Memories entombed in sand Funeral garments in the closets Nitrous is the land Sculls are grinning by the pyres Bleached bones exposed No phoenix will arise from these ashes Gates to the crypt are closed Burial ground Silence brought the end Cellular decomposition Tears the fabric of the mind Apathetic predisposition Sores are festering inside Electro-magnetic impulses Leak into the soil Pouring from a broken nerve Sacrificial bleeding of the soul Presence lurking in old cellars Dead cold, hungry eyes Just beyond the visible spectrum Shadows hide the light Rats are crawling in the sewers Grotesque imagery Of the collective subconsciousness Hidden behind lock and key Dry and barren is the surface Of this proto-world that we create Powered by the human essence The sanctuary of the damned Dry winds are screaming in the night Alongside empty streets Rattling broken window-panes And carrying tumbleweeds Emptiness devoid of life Is coiling on the ground Nothing will disturb the silence When funeral bell's the only sound Fresh and raw is still the soil From the funerals to come Nothing will return to life From this burial ground Cast away the putrid souls In this land of hidden sins Close your eyes and pray for death The end is closing in Turn the key and lock the vault Pretend they don't exist But this place will haunt your dreams Like a malignant cyst Drink up from this cup of poison Forget your miserable life Surrounded by illusions Sedated by lies Ignore this prison of your making Until the day you die Although you see the moldy graves Each time you close your eyes Burial ground… Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com