Mist in the Ravine

Cremated by the fire of the godly ones
His spirit languishes still in this void
Between this world and the perdition
Ages gone, forgotten, the spirit lingers
Like unto a mist in the ravine
Like unto the crevice in stone
Black and unyelding existence
Like unto a mist in the ravine...
Of evil deeds in evil times
Those times have never left us
Here the evil wind blows no good
And worst shall comes to the worst