Continuum Cruciatus

in #lyric4 years ago

THORNS


Where does your faith befall? Will this sickness become the overtaking of this frail form? To give when you have nothing

This chain, This binding, this perfect death
A soul to end your night

Lines hammered continuous, leave us in pain, cleave us blood beyond our blood, drown me in the river it creates

Unending loss unto itself, inseperable, we are hung from the noose of thorns


Within A World Forgotten (2018)


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