Piercing through shades of emerald
Around me the vibrant sunlight dances
Yet it's so cold,
So cold.
Here I lie, surrounded yet alone
Among the breath of dying men.
Far from home, left here to die
In this green haven, forever we dwell.
A burning flame, that a thousand breezes can't extinguish
A chilling frost, that a thousand suns can't thaw.
In my feverish dreams
Her frostbitten fingers caressing
Lighting the coldest of fires
From the depths of this soul
A chill from the marrow
Of these frail feeble bones.
I am but a pale lifeless shade
As hair abandons my scalp
Each morning, colors seem to fade
Distorted grow the nightingale's songs
A thousand suns burn around me
Ten thousand winters inside.
Springs pass by, still lies this husk
Brittle bones now wrapped in silk
I am one with the forest
Forever lost, we wander
To tread on dead leaves
To flow with the cold streams
Through mountains and pass
Among the solemn trees we roam.
Frustrated in confusion,
The restless souls wonder
If they will ever be found?
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This is a really nice piece of black metal, i totally love it! Although nothing avantgarde, it has some unique flava' of its own. I mean, it's on repeat for a few hours now. \m/ BVCVLEI