The Clockhand's Groaning Circles letra

Clutching a giant laance of brass
Within a storm
That rushes silently
Through a hallway of mirrors
Drafts and visions beform me
Poisoned air burns into wounds:
The missing entrails -
Left behind
When my waste
Was creeping to life -
Hurt and bleed
Festering from wounds
That time has torn
That brass feasts upon
... in a rhytm, in a melody ...
Destructive and discordant
And finally mute -
When the eyes awake
Behind the senile web ...
These trembling hands
Won't save my ears
From deafness
These crippled thoughts
Won't save my soul
From death.

The Ruins of Beverast - Letras

• 50 Forts Along The Rhine
• Arcane Pharmakon Messiah
• Balnaa-kheil The Bleak
• Between Bronze Walls
• Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse The Levant)
• Euphoria When The Bombs Fell
• Exuvia
• God's Ensanguined Bestiaries
• I Raised This Stone As A Ghastly Memorial
• Kain's Countenance Fell
• Mære (On a Stillbirth's Tomb)
• Mount Sinai Moloch
• Rapture
• Skeleton Coast
• Soil Of The Incestuous
• Soliloquy Of The Stigmatised Shepherd
• Summer Decapitation Ritual
• Surtur Barbaar Maritime
• Takitum Tootem! (Trance)
• The Clockhand's Groaning Circles
• The Mine
• The Pythia's Pale Wolves
• The Restless Mills
• Theriak - Baal - Theriak
• Towards Malakia
• Transcending Saturnine Iericho Skies
• Unlock The Shrine