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Winter IV (Interment)
I descend I descend again I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
The waning sun... it's light so thing Sickly, these pale shafts press At a gruesome fog, an entangling torpor Stripping the fenland air of pellucidity Writhing chains of spiritual desolation reach And beckons a shattered soul back into darkness
As the soils part in welcome A riven aperture to embrace a sundered spirit Closing like a withered fist Around a frond of pale tissue
Weak - so very weak Cold - frozen to the marrow Encased by the frost of loathing I have nothing left to give
Even my flesh presents naught A cross-stitched tapestry of past failings 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Pallid vessel of spiritual exsanguination Home to the dread-stare of these listless eyes
Each sordid limb a tendril of pain A beacon of suffering, a spite of torment Aflame with gangrenous agony This hemisphere of decrepitude demands extinction
Extinguish me
Yearning for ending
I beg for the embrace of the fens A final resting place - marked only by a henge of dead trees
The cathedral stands, omniscient A memorial to all those who walked within these shadows
Unmoved by the toil of the lost Who sink without markings into the fathomless murk
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