ALBUM REVIEW: Maud the moth – The Distaff
A crypt of flesh turned to stone
A crypt of flesh turned to stone
You may bleed like me, but we are not the same.
There is hope for better days.
Cascade of time.
You will be purged in the purest flame.
Music and metaphysics.
You are the one that shines.
Through death I’ve found my flair.
Don’t you want to be someone?