Petrichor
Utwory wykonawcy:
As the Dark Steals the Light
When summer lays down Her breath heavy, breast heaving Sickly and scoured By the chill of the evening Her children once green Now withered and weaker Enter young Autumn Our entropic reaper From the fire Of the day Came the march Of decay...
Drown the World
Bring me the storm Wash us clean Bring me war Bring me screams Bring me the rain Drown the world Petrichor Make us clean I'm in love with the rain The way it feels on my skin How it smothers the streets The way it washes us clean And I know...
Nihilist
When you lose faith in everything, You are capable of anything Nothing can be known Except that we can never know Reality is just a construct And all your gods are dead I buried them myself With the books above my bed No Masters No Loyalty...
This Too Must Die
Unspoken utterance at the back of your throat. A braid of lilies that becomes a noose You dream to contract the human curse A demonic presence to grow inside of you This cannot be, this too must die Words I cannot speak to you So here we are again...
We Are the Fire
Turn over the altar Cast the crosses out A ceremonial cremation For the devout Your insipid children The smoke will fill their lungs We'll reclaim the past Tear out their tongues. O great redeemer! We call the flame Payback the shepherd...