Hearse - shaped basins of darkest matter - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows (永恒沉睡)

On the left side again

Black fish are being bred -

Cultivated in vast amount

Harboured by enormous tubs

All of them made of glass

They are resembling massive moving planes;

One of these even has

The shape of a gigantic hearse -

Could this be some sort of restaurant perhaps

Oh stupid boy won't you turn around

Don't you hear the sound

Of the tocsin ringing in the air

Climbing up the slope of stairs

Taking two steps at once -

The vats are rising as he gets higher

Growing steadily now on both sides of the path

Visciously filling up every space

Only a few meters away from him -

They are joining above his head

Like an archway they are building

a passage;

Through its transparent walls he can

See the black fish moving:

Like a tunnel all organic and dark

A black mouth waiting

Veiled in hungry architecture

Quite perfectly disguised -

Yet (t)his premature entry would be

(entirely) unauthorised

Oh stupid boy turn around

This place is most unhealthy ground

Don't you hear the sound of the

Tocsin ringing in the air