Elegy of silent windows
Of wind in the boughs of the trees
Of the plain of lights
Wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken`n` left
Walls overgrown of grass`n` wine
Whate shrub washed down of drops of storm
Windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here
Wanderers from distant hills
The bringing` the breath of a space
Breath of unreal impetus
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CEMETRY OF SCREAM lyrics