Lights around me... everywhere my eyes trying to find a piece of quiet, dark embrace I’m breathing dust of old civilisations who have failed I try to hide my face in hands too weak to hold the saving source
I’m waiting for summers end in my birchwood temple waiting for the lights to fade, once and for all suffering in burning shadows, praying for the dusk to come grasping for relief in every breeze
Holding on to roots, reaching deep so strong and old - feeling their veins, poisoned with rust meaningless desire carved into the skin of ancient gods - branded with ephemerality
Weakend fingers tasting wounds in rotting bark chasing sunbeams like ropes - hanging from a broken sky
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide melting flesh under cracking skin leaves fall to dust, grass turns black in glazing tears of solar rays
the earth is doomed to rest in fire mourning about winters last breath, winters deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
