Autumn darkness, in freezing mists,
the glowering moon; my inner guide.

Breathe at once captured with cold air.
Slows to a point where time itself seems to halt, then with this, a regression to the ancient,
evoked in numbing nocturnality.

Oppresive Nature, shrouds and I feel suffocated,
yet there is is a path here, through which a
connection is made, where these nights have been
felt by those once full of pride, with this same
timeless shroud that ties us to her...

And so it must be asked; are we deserving of such
momentary clarity? - Few know meaning.

Modern blindness, ripped from us, out legacy, we too can take blame for self - colapse, drown into this 'life' and now I know we are undeserving.

I care only for those who can awaken their Instinct - there is knowledge in our blood, open and let it fucking flow - The simplicity in Nature, the atmosphere here always yet unnoticed.

In night, frozen mists, manifest, release European spirit in an Albion Autumn as old as the ancient gods. Repeats through meaning - gone - Remember them
Remember blood
Remember the land
Instinct - Pagan Black Metal.

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