Woorden:
After The Burial Rareform

A thousand times, too many times I've fallen back out of place from a dream The bright sunlight, a rude awakening Like I'm seeing the colors leave the

Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations. Your rotting corpse is restored. Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust, withered bandages restrain you

On your guard as you lurk along the sand. A paper face won't mask your fear. Unrelenting consequences for this inquisition. Venture forth and give yourself

A thousand times, too many times I've fallen back out of place from a dream The bright sunlight, a rude awakening Like I'm seeing the colors leave the

Oh, so f***ing cold. The winds, the drifts of winter, bonechilling nightfall. Early evening sundowns make nights seem more like Borealis dreams. My roots