The cold rocks of this forest
No longer hide the blood from my wrists
The snow covered trees print the red of my body
The rain of flakes freeze my arms
And prevent me from hugging
My own destruction has buried me in this icy coffin
Only winter understands the coldness of my heart
This has become too difficult and this is my way out
Run away from me through
Of my pagan dreams of existence
Ending my life and going back to where I came from
Hellish phrases will devastate my funeral
Be alive to boast me when i'm dead
Please be alive when i'm dead
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It's Wampyric Rites.. you can taste the brutality and feel the knife across your skin. If you howl at the moon or have an insatiable bloodlust.. this is for you. \M/ jimboa7x
supported by 5 fans who also own “Pagan Dreams of Existence”
Guys describe it perfectly.
This is magical, sad,eternal,hatred,emotional.
All in one.
Love so much the piano here and guitar riffs are spectacular.
🖤 SANDRA.N.696
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024