Melancholia کے بول

when the dead paint with white hands a laughing silence on the wall the sleeper whispers still unfold nymphic hands mother silent sings goodnight peacefully the child smiles with so true eyes in the brothel laughter dwells poison - running through my veins my fever glowing eyes death's hand reaching out for me senseless cries heartbeats - like distant thunder feelings darker than black at fallow light in cellars sighs life denied