Backwoods Sessions
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Is there a way To start over Is there a way out We're short of breath Feet lagging behind Leave me here I haven't the strength to go on Leave me here I am content to stay Is there a way To start over Is there a way out I turn around Snow has covered our tracks
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 18, 2026
Cursed be our mother the Earth The harlot would breed no more She took the seed oh many a time Perfected by her firstborn son We kept her on a leash of thorns Made obedient with the sternest of bonds Cursed be our mother the Earth Her veins have run dry Her loins, now barren, ridden of life Her breast has long since withered away We kept her on a leash of thorns Made obedient with the sternest of bonds Yet ever weaker has the bloodline grown And ill spent the seed She kept her silence all these years Until the end
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 18, 2026
I am weary of this Weary of every little thing Keepsakes held dear Havens that burned So I tear loose this skin Tainted with affection Plagued with compassion Scarred by hope And I shall become your eyes Your ears, your skin and mouth And it's through me that you'll speak Words that bear no meaning Beneath our feet The ice keeps melting The waters run black The earth, a corpse's putrid skin Lesions carved deep Ground down to roots now So lay down all that remains To where sensation goes to die
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026
In sickness and health they said Yet all that one can perceive Is a domain of death and disease Flies and dust Think quick on your feet Tread the treacherous trails Ridden with fox holes Filled with vacant eyes All houses are empty And from the holes as branches Rigid fingers reach out They point at nothingness We brought it all down The fires and ashes From green to black and brown Here lies no catharsis
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 18, 2026