Steve von Till
Album • 2020
It often seems to be Clearest at the stream Dragged from the ocean and given eyes Called from the wind as if we were wise Still now you voices, let us rest Carve the ash like a man possessed When the weather changes your course Bare to the heavens exposed
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Nowhere to go And nothing to say We've burned the way We've learned the lay The ley of the lines You lay it on the line From where blood is letting The finite rays of our light We have the sea We have the sea And we'll always have the sky And we'll always have the sky
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
I'll wake with the stars I'll wake with the stars Reach for the infinite deep Free of the insanity Scars never bled Mirror my heart Words never said Mirror my soul My soul Mirror my soul Again Soon I'll be lighting the fire For this untouchable place Where spirit Spirit has now taken flight And the emptiness The emptiness swallows us all The wilderness inside our minds Is Lost To the sheltering sight of the blind Indifferent eyes This age of indifferent eyes Is bleeding Bleeding all over our lives Reach for the infinite deep The wilderness inside our minds The emptiness swallows us all Bleeding all over our lives Reach for the infinite deep The wilderness inside our minds The sheltering sight of the blind Is bleeding all over our lives Bleeding all over our lives
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
The weight as evening comes Let nothing go ungiven, nothing at all These miscarried moments are all mine Confusion carries us through the night We will always stumble in the dark And trail the silent hours tearing apart We would not hear words given voice But tore apart your altar to the void Stand then as an oak, holding ground Seek shelter in surrender, but don't give in
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
If you want to save us from The house that is burning down Lead us through the flame Remember all our names The soul is what is left When the spirit dies The past will not erase An undying embrace The spiraling away And months of blood ahead Like shadows on the run We’ve summoned what is done Searching high and low For something to behold With reverence and grace Before its time to fade Call it what you will The deadliest of all Takes all that we adore And everything we've known
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
The firelight is burning low The halfmoon sits behind us Endless the days of unbroken plains A ring of stars wild with iron Giving ground back to the river Trees gone bare of winter bones Of the twelve, are we the aether The all seeing eye has no way of knowing Tear out my entrails to decipher Wounded dream, fragile and phantom Nightshade high country, oscillations Motionless yet manifest The silent stories we tell ourselves Map the terrain of our true nature A messenger of beasts and monsters The source of the masks we wear
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
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