lyrics
Faint scent of death fills the lungs,
Rancid flesh disgusted by its meals,
Malodorous oxygen, fetid life,
The insidious prison of the soul.
Born for the purpose of failure,
Living in shadows of infinite shame,
The bleakness of a merciless future,
Weeps on the surface of a reflection.
Bled of all sadness that never runs dry,
Filled with remorse and voiceless cries,
The light has turned its face away,
And in the skies there is no solace.
Behold my northern demise,
To the grip of my will, I suffice,
Behold my northern demise,
The end of visions, the end of life.
The droplets of lucidity and despair,
Of the remaining thread of conscience,
Astricted in the noose of a rope,
The only hope to be found overhead.
Behold my northern demise,
To the grip of my will, I suffice,
Behold my northern demise,
The end of visions, the end of life.
Tacitly she coils against the neck,
The only warmth felt in the grimness,
The murk and foams of ghostly frost,
She calls my name, she knows my name.
With closed eyes and dismal thoughts,
The humble ceremony is conducted,
A symphony of blossoms and liberation,
She holds me still, free above the earth.
credits
from
Omens,
released June 22, 2011
Jonathan Wade- Music
Kevin Woo- Lyrics
Breedstock- stock imagery
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