Mourning - in wind whipped flesh Sadness - befalls my heart Blood falls - as a spring doth flow The stream of tears must end I stand with withered soul Alone in my sorrow Neath the branches of ancient oak The stream of tears must end the will of my kin is met with bereavement For they can leech not my agony I’ve given birth to desires Yet forever seek tranquility Descending into whispers once distant and obscure Clarity is discerned from their tongues I lust for an unending coldness And cry to the light of the moon One with the breeze that rides on the waves I am the stone that lies underfoot My whispers shall rustle the dew covered branches And forever carry my pain Purified by my own hand Lead me to the open gate In endless lament I Hearken the end
@zufallstod9 ай бұрын
360 p.... goddam.... satan is dissapointed as fuck
@graveyardsoil9 ай бұрын
The lo-fi running harshly. I am Truly sorry my phone died on my during the ritual. This is off my freinds phone Thanks for the laugh btw ! 🤣
@zufallstod9 ай бұрын
@@graveyardsoil I love this band too much... sorry ;)
@graveyardsoil9 ай бұрын
@zufallstod Saaame. If my phone hadntt DIED on me. I would have recorded the whole set.