LIVE REPORT: 2000trees, 2025 – Saturday
This is our celebration; come join the lost souls
This is our celebration; come join the lost souls
You are my song, and you are where I want to be.
Your will, consumed in fire, guarded by the serpent.
We are all complicit, I am more than a witness.
The brightest beacons in the sky are coalescing together.
We will all bathe in the blood of hounds.
What choice did you give us?
Turn to black these gothic dreams.
Buried yourself alive and expected to be fine.