ruffling the already tattered garlands
Its scent, pure and enchanting
As I lie down, my head, upon the pillow of rot
The decay of sunny days, alive and marching unto death
unto death
There is something warm, endearing so,
as the colors wildly flame-out in time
Like a candle’s dying wish - manifest through wisps of smoke
“There is something warm,
endearing so, as the colors wildly flame-out.”
Intoxicating harvest… changing tides...
as mother lays bare, her own
I lie down, my head, adorned in laurels
The eight tracks on the latest from German black metal band pummel and hiss, working occasional atmospheric moments into the din. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2022