Album: The June Frost (2009)
Lyrics:
Sometimes I feel, long ago life took the last breath from me
Life itself, the grand enemy
The white bride of wretched death, did guide me through gardens grey
The fruit of which, would only fall to rot away
Amidst such vast gardens, even the sun itself doth seem so pallid
And the once glorious moon, its pallor so unhallowed
Seven statues of saddened stance,
Perhaps the craft of a man still sadder
Fallen leaves of the thrice dead oak,
A morbid portrayal of a once grand majesty
What would one tear filled glimpse stand to reveal?
The subtle fragrance perhaps? ...of a bloody wretched death!
Up on his grey green throne
Stained with the horror of a thousand bloodied suicides
Sate the Suicide Choir
Kneel before the Suicide Choir...
Be judged by your suicidal desire...
Pure gorgeousness.
It's a shame people will refuse to hear the beauty in this.
Edazer 4 months ago
I think "funebre" means funereal in Italian
666POD666 5 months ago
amazing guitars
taydify 6 months ago
\m/
taydify 6 months ago
@magistellus Dude wtf is funebre? Good imagination though. This sounds more like the brown note.
dayron19b 6 months ago
uuffufuf...what a fucking funebre and suicidal atmosphere..I can imagine my friend taking my coffin to the nearest cemetery..
magistellus 1 year ago