The end of a day and the sun
Passes the reign to night
Which brings the time for dying
Feathers (Of angels wings)
Descend from the dark clouds
Falling to the ground
Losing their snowhite brightness
And fading through greyness
They bring cold plains
Underneath black coat
Drifts of feathers
Are turning into dark seed
When the ground opens its pores
And at the new dawn
When the sun rays sting
Roots are waking up to life
Black flowers
The sign of dying sky
As cold as rainy time
Their stench can be smelled
Just like the corpses smell
When decomposition of angels comes
These funeral flowers
Which plains are scattered with
Between dark woods
It appears as a mirror
Also when the heavens
In daylight become black by rotting
As it's eating the remains
Of angelic bodies
Black flowers
The last memory of the end of life
In the sky