Verse 1:
The darkened sky is falling
The earth a crumbling grey
It’s time to heed the calling
Get on your knees and pray
Run your fingers through the grass
It might just be the last time
You see we’re made of glass
And there’s no escape this time
Bridge:
An ode to us all
We’ll fight before we fall
But the ground will rise up
Now our back’s against the wall
Verse 2:
Taste the last embrace of love
The soft skin you shall not miss
Every touch, however rough
Is now melting with a hiss
And still the heat is building
And somehow we breathe this air
Everyone is king
In this god-forsaken lair
Verse 3:
As the black envelopes
Not a star left in the sky
Trapped in a painful haze
Is it time to say goodbye?
The last thoughts of our children
As their future dies
With nothing left to build on
But a deathbed for eveyone
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Great Dirge”
This album somewhat didn't want to let go of me.
I buy DSBM very seldom; I prefer my stuff, well, heavier. But I'm an emotional creature too: the heaviest riffs won't do if there's no feelings behind them. Here you get feelings aplenty.
Apparently I've connected. YomaBarr
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Great Dirge”
A compelling call of obedience to all the sorrows of material death and the abyss of waters in which all the ineffability and beatitudes of dragons dwell. Anatomy of the Heads
Tender bedroom pop from this artist from Spain that wrestles with emotions amidst whirring drum machines and moody keys. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2021