A spear through my heart again
Sweet pain so scorching
Only touch of your hands grants me the peace
The promise of servitude that I’ll cease to exist
Where do I fall?
Will the thorns impale me?
In whose arms do I rest
so silently?
All I see is this
Nothing less could be my muse
Even time itself feels this longing
To forget is to lose
The colour of your eyes like finest rosewood
Flickering windows, dare I hope, to the end of the road
For now I’m slave to your beauty
for something that seems like eternity
Hoping it’s not goldfish memory
Jealousy... slices through my gut
everytime I see you give others
that smile... that you gave to me
Only to me
If it’s not love but madness
then madness is the greatest thing of all
I’m hungry like a moth for your light
The pedestal I built will stand tall
The colour of your eyes like finest rosewood
Flickering windows, dare I hope, to the end of the road
For now I’m slave to your beauty
for something that seems like eternity
Hoping it’s not goldfish memory
All I see is this
Nothing less could be my muse
Even time itself feels this longing
To forget is to lose
Your lips more stirring than wine
Your waist limber like a flame
The wild enchantress within your skin
dances as fire itself dances
The sound of your laughter
your breath against my neck
the flicker of your eyes,
dances as fire itself dances
If “atmospheric black metal” implies majestic comedowns and dramatic dynamics, this powerhouse instead constitutes anti-atmospheric black metal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 23, 2021