The ringers toll the cost for hellfire's toll, two pence for my destruction.
one paddle in Acheron, one paddle in Cocytus.
However seats were void and windows covered, no genuflection at the
entryways.
In the midst of the outlines was I scorned, the tributes disremembered me,
On Sunday through the witching hours, the midnight mass ringers tolled.
The wildman doth come, two pence upon my eyes,
The holy place stood uncovered, no widowed cover, reiteration was not
articulated,
sobbed against the lack of concern on the columns whittled from weak
bone.
What's more, only i in this forlorn void, trepid among the graves cool
stones,
songs did not saturate the black night, no vicar talked from calfskin
tomes.
the iron entryways inside the winds, shrieked profane song,
what's more, from inside the mollified soil came irreverent
thoughtlessness.
Ringa wa, herufaia no tsuko-ryo, watashi no hason no tame no 2-pensu o gisei ni shite
imasu. Itami no padoru, koshito~usu no padoru. Shikashi, zaseki wa suite ite, mado wa
owa rete ite, iriguchi ni wa nani mo nai. Rinkaku no mahhara ni watashi wa bujoku sa
re, sanji wa watashi o shitsubo sa se, nichiyobi, maho shiyo no jikan o sugite,
mayonaka no kyodaina nakigoe ga kikoemashita. Feriman ga kite, watashi no me ni
2-pensu, seichi wa owa rete tate raremashitaga, kafu no kakure-ba wanai, hanpuku
wa meiryode wanai, yowai hone kara kezuritora reta hashira no kenen ga nakunatte
shimatta. Sarani, kono mujakina kugeki no naka de watashidake ga, haka no naka no
kimyona suzushi ishi, uta wa kokuyo o aki sasenakatta. Kaze no naka no tetsu no
iriguchi, 哀泥Na uta, naniyori mo, naibu kara ryudo-ka sa reta dojo wa fujiyuna
kanashimi ni natta.