The seed of jealousy is sown
I cannot resist its cry
Shrill in my mind it grows
A pitch to crack the skies
Slowly the fire burns
As passion wanes thin
A calm exhale of breath
Our time will draw in
Ill temptation circles overhead
A vulture picks its time
To drag you to his bed
My fear overtakes my will
Swept into the flood
Old trappings hold sway still
The tides calm their waves
I wait in silence
The fool in my mind relates
My fears retreat within
Your intention may be pure
But the mind can create
Such terrible shapes in the dark
Twisting truth beyond what's right
Ill temptation circles overhead
A vulture picks its time
To drag you to his bed
I wait in silent protest
For all to become clear
Only then do I understand my mistake
Rain settles on cold ground
With all our words finally said
Alone here I listen to the sound
Too little too late to make amends
supported by 30 fans who also own “A Whole World Burns”
Fucking love the hoof. Met them in boscombe really nice blokes, thanks for all the signed merch. Cant recommend these guys enough, every album is brilliant. Cant wait to see you guys again. bobby81
supported by 26 fans who also own “A Whole World Burns”
Utterly hypnotic, heavy, and ethereal beyond what I can aptly describe here. It'll take you careening down a kaleidoscopic wormhole of audial bliss. cynothoglys