The shade is a place of mourning
losses amounts to nothing
I could give them everything yet nothing

We feast upon a graveyard
caring not enough for rebellion
just our feasting and stubborness

The shade is our faithful luxury
we sit there, staring into the sun
and our needs are so ambitious

Pride is your downfall
and so is your hunger for treasure
it will ruin you

So let us build a temple upon the ruins
on this graveyard of death lovers
on our madness and imbicility

Our longings for unity
our desperate measures
my profound weakness

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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