Evanescently glare of daytime wilting sets a glow nights mercerized finery. What is emptiness? What is vacuity?
Profound blue transmuting to utter black. A barrow within nothingness, within swarthiness, within swarthiness
The silence of insanity struggling for oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws. Its existence in sore scent enriched by mellow coldness
Beneath the Moon Scars Above
It is embracing the palsying heart, like sprouting roots in mouldy ground, they’re reaching out into capacious vastness… vastness… Like talons clawing into weak flesh.
Beneath the Moon Scars Above
Whilst yonder night, and all those yet to come… It will never stand still … and in the distance it wafts fog. And in the distance it wafts fog, wafts fog, wafts fogTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
