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Breezehome
05:49
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And back to Breezehome I went,
To drown myself in a blood of careless caress,
They will never find me,
In this shanty by the sea
Oh void,
How deep,
How true,
Told I was engulfed in your anguish,
But the grief was mine…
And back at Breezehome,
This suffering will end,
On a sunday,
With a gray sky,
When the flowers have bloomed,
Will they pick me roses when I’m gone,
At this shanty by the sea
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Over the past few months I've been working,
to get my mind off of your warm breathlessness,
Monday to Friday I work the harvest,
Saturdays and Sundays I ponder over September's whispering Silhouette
I am decaying to the wind's monotone lament,
brutally and silently I pass years in time,
letters of decrepit interpretation,
and the silence of your mute love
Death was a word that was spoken ,
from the lips of a pallid wanderer,
a dirge for all the hills,
I wanted to let you know,
I was never...
Time it was a tick,
that ate away at these lands,
It carried with us an infinite skip,
in the ill beat of my heart
I'll wander here,
never finding why I ought to,
Nor why I have to go,
leaving this nothingness for the better?
And if I leave for his shimmering halls,
may my home not be flooded by the sea,
Good bye,
It's time to go...
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Leche
01:33
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4. |
New Album demo
07:36
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Nefelibata
05:20
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