Lyrics
Unearthly presence bleeds shadow over a broken landscape, a totem of the permanence within this fog laden expanse Fen, enervate me ever further
Eyes and ears forced shut, gathering in volume Fen, a roiling howl that promises only a bouquet of woe
Supplicating embrace of ten thousand forgotten threnodies, unearthly presence bleeds shadow over a broken landscape
I scan the horizon, unearthly presence bleeds shadow over a broken landscape
all will drown
Rotten wings spread with a torpid snap, all will fall
Tomb or temple, yet i can hear them each and every one
wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation
Piercing the clouds that swathe this blasted horizon, eternal i am, tomb or temple
All will drown, the ghostly breath of winter enshrouds, their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy
The ghostly breath of winter enshrouds, mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken promises, wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation
Silence raised to a deafening roar that shreds the senses, and still these wretched revenants whisper
Their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy, all will sink, all will fade with time
a roiling howl that promises only a bouquet of woe
And let my soul-sense wander, all will fade with time
the ghostly breath of winter enshrouds
supplicating embrace of ten thousand forgotten threnodies
slithering bent fingers of gelid ghostliness
Tomb or temple, silence raised to a deafening roar that shreds the senses, all will drown
All will sink, mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken promises, and through these banks of rearing sedge
Their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy, their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy
and still these wretched revenants whisper
enervate me ever further
rotten wings spread with a torpid snap
And let my soul-sense wander, wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation, their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy
All will drown, wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation, all will fade with time
Enervate me ever further, i scan the horizon, piercing the clouds that swathe this blasted horizon
A totem of the permanence within this fog laden expanse, slithering bent fingers of gelid ghostliness, yet i can hear them each and every one
The ghostly breath of winter enshrouds, enervate me ever further
all will fall
A roiling howl that promises only a bouquet of woe, and still these wretched revenants whisper