This Barren Skin
de funeral
May I wear you this night
As we marvel at our death
I would wane within your art
As you would become me
Like ashes circling the pyre
With virtues of the seraphim
While prancing indifferently
Amid the devil's fingers
The Sun, the Moon
Our garments of glee and distress
In their wake we are born dying
Voicing insignificance
Awake with me into glacial skies
As the earth below lies August
Should time be meek we may drink
Of oceans of ageless silence
The north is unfurling
It's presence welded on us
Latent, a monument
Amid ethereal bosoms
We kneel in tragedy on tundra
This barren skin
Ailing slaves to the word
Within the rigid commandment of woe
Shackles corrode lesions
In the morning regions
Where the pores expose
Beneath a cynical host
Designs of irony
Raped and bereft of all
In a sigh of ephemeral room
And eternal baptism of fire
Más canciones de funeral
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the door is still locked
the door is still locked
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potions
potions
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it's always been the same
it's always been the same
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blood everywhere
gorepack
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SAFE AND SOUND
SAFE AND SOUND
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back2sleep
back2sleep
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drained to my core
drained to my core
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none
none
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trying//cry4help
trying//cry4help
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downer
downer
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dead asf
gorepack
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antichrist
antichrist
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if you only knew
if you only knew
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ionwantthat
eviscerated
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cope
remorse
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gridlock
superplastic
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NOTICE ME
NOTICE ME
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don't hold me tonight
don't hold me tonight
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Too Young to Die
Gospel of Bones
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wtfwetalkinbout
suicideseason