ALBUM REVIEW: Grief Ritual – Collapse
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Do you think the stars care?
I will burn your likeness everywhere I find it.
M’enfonçant dans toujours plus de nuit.
Frozen great white northern might.
The ghostlike horizon of your eye.
We have reached the brink of this terminal world.
I have stared deep into the abyss.
ou are more beautiful than the night.