So sombre are the moments
So dark is the overcasting horizon
Nothing swears by God's voice
The heart is throbbing in uncertainty
Never knowing the end of this catastrophe
Everywhere it is shineless night
A burning pyre extinguishing near by
Watching eyes saying nothing in haste
No voyage in soul-searching mission
Nothing is clear in the bleary-eyed moon
The moon is swimming in pools of blood.
Betwixt the oceanic silence and the ancient soul
There lies the vast grave for the departed soul
There lies something mysteriously strange
Something that knows no bounds for life and death
Everything is dwindling at furious pace
So many moments have crossed the battle field
Bloods brimming over the sunshine river
Nobody waiting for the tide to ebb
Someone has lost his home and hearth
At the turn of wheels moments pile on moments
Finding no solace from anybody
Night is just watching the consequence
Between the deep sea and the gray moon
There is nothing to hold aloft the glory of conscience.
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