morning mist hangs low head in the clouds
Tag: Elancharan
the empty stare into the subconscious
before dawn put on the mask of gloom
the last of rain and mutual screams
city lights and cautious shadows
summer winds impregnate night curtains
first light first song dedicated to metal gods
levitate from bed to your soft flesh
still dark and a matured kind of peace
unburden the frail flesh
