The Last Farewell - Devilish Impressions

«There is a Reaper, whose name is Death

And, with his sickle keen

He reaps the bearded grain at a breath

And the flowers that grow between»

Wipe off the tears that run down your face

Frozen in time of your most painful dream

And transform them all into an ocean so the dream may sail away

«He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes

He kissed their drooping leaves;

It was for the Lord of Paradise

He bound them in his sheaves»

«They shall all bloom in fields of light

Transplanted by my care

And saints, upon their garments white

These sacred blossoms wear»

And once they have sailed away from you

Never look back so they shall not return!

Unless you’d want them to become

A pain that gives birth to another worthless tear

«O, not in cruelty, not in wrath

The Reaper came that day;

'T was an angel visited the green earth

And took the flowers away»

It’s the last farewell…