Exile from Form by Horda

Behold - the white horse
The Mother of Exiles
Mighty woman with a torch
Honour me - while I live
Exalted any merit for me
I'm the beggar on your way
The desolation of extinguished sun
Hold thee on in courage of soul

This world is the art of all we know
This world is the pain of all we feel
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
What shall I become, when this body is dead and gone
Evergreen alone when red snow covers the whole world

As the sound of drum calls for my life
I turn my head where sun is about to set
There is no inn on the way to underworld
Dark as the night's rough husk

Intercepting the dark interior space
Outside world's flowing light
Surface of a single dimension
Death in itself is nothing

The saints surround me
Possessed tears shed for faithless souls
A salvation of white restrain
And it's eternal, restless drama
Alas! The magnificent beauty
Of the flowers has fade and come to nothing
While I have watched the rain
Where dead angels lie

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