Baba Yaga piosenki

cold torment... unholy apex... festering water... this sick catharsis… cold in my head, drowning again, how many rivers can you bleed dry? somewhere underground: violent pulses blurring... rivers of my body tremble in their shallow.......

oh my palest friend... tell me there is no end... hold my head in your hands... whisper your name... oh my bluest friend... tell me this is the end... oh my palest friend... tell me this is the end… hold me up towards the sun... tell me the...

Procession moves on, the shouting is over, Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables, Scattering flowers washed down by the rain. Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden, Watching them pass like clouds in...