ALBUM REVIEW: Soul Blind – Red Sky Mourning
Swarming inside it starts to breathe.
Swarming inside it starts to breathe.
Cold, dead skin soft to the touch, I am now aroused.
Vigils are held by the western wall.
The best part of me is gone.
Our bodies are a graveyard from which we will rise again.
Malignant souls hid underneath a guise.
If I let go of life, who will save me now?
Let us become the flower. Rise up, blossom.
Every moment touches all of time.