Forgotten Ruins in the Middle of the Forests

Secular agony in vain Times that tear my soul My blood is so bitter as the hate Abstinence of life and kindness I already saw many gods die in the graces and I felt Proserpine at my side In many grounds I will be still buried Tears will fall from the bastard Equilibrium between fertility and death Eternal seas in fury The thunders that try kill me disappeared Visit me in the Hell or Earth