Woorden:
Unearthly Trance Season Of Seance Science Of Silence

The match I threw into the howling wind burned down your whole forest Stepping on the ashes, reaching for the switch Internal universe on the verge of

Severed veins, I knew it all along Sorrow, failure Return of the icicles 3rd equinox and many long days to come Ugly bullets, scammed by commitment Forest

When the frozen wood thaws, this paralysis will be the past A new paramount: the righteous king of void The counter of creation resets to zero The population