Vigil Tenebrae Part III - From the Ancient Depths

From the ancient depths
Breathless he lies
And his unburied ghost
Deprived of funeral rite
Pollutes you host

Through winds of bliss
Beneath stained lands of timeless stones
This ground that bears no life
Embrace the ancient mist as endless lament

With silent resignation
Cursing the blinding light!

So far from the sun
And so deep in the earth

The ones with broken limbs scorns the dawn that will never return