Eschewing proper morbidity for transient decay,
this arcane earth will betray.
torn from a lingering embrace.
"Lately, it's tame."
spirits, hear our prayer: off to the brush, we'll lament the sea.
A bridge to troubled dreams.
(o'er tainted roses)
Linger on, safe as night.
(Voices drown in the forest; our tales drown out. The trapdoor is purgatory.)
I particularly like the first track