LIVE GALLERY: Mayhem, Marduk & Immolation at Electric Brixton, London
Follow its call. Follow the freezing moon.
Follow its call. Follow the freezing moon.
Unfit to move, naked, and cold.
Clouds of misery, there’s something in the air, These scars are shallow, Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain.
Leave her to sing her withered songs, In tunnels painted like the dawn.
I will remember when ghosts were mighty, and I will laugh and catch my own tears.
Above the sands of time its shadow is cast again, the monolith returns demanding passage.
Every moment touches all of time.
You look like you’re dying.
The honor of a death steeped in beauty.