Tahawus piosenki

psilocybo-cemetarian my fingers scrape the sky rolling ships of plasmic clouds over lakes of moss [Solo: Teonanácatl] throughout this sojourn I feel in place and in myself I feel its grace bathe my skin in a dulcet breeze imbue my soul among...

eyes of reflected jewels on a throne of avarice, you are my enemy breath of the blackest fog spewing cruel words of ice, I question your sanity as the world becomes my wound vast, destructive habituations, I crown you disciples of inertia nefarious he...

a forest-fed fog swept through the graveyard like an impenetrable void, obscuring all dimensions it was not the density that astounded me but what lurked inside what quickened my pace I cannot deny: a feeling I have not know of fear a frightening...