Thy deathly come
to take me from,
across verdant fields
the grass shall wield.
He strains his path;
untouched the Earth
to resonate with Hell-
and open its shell.
Thy has been cracked,
I know all to well,
the shriek of the Earth
as he converses with Hell.
A gurgle I heard,
from within the deepest pit.
The dark, ageless night
became once again lit.
It rose from the depths,
swallowing all it met,
Death vanished; a fear of the past...
Evil shall never last-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it has a meaning thats difficult to understand but i like it..