alefnull

Chromatic drums the stuff of solace To all our kind and those who know This place is but a dream of a dream And everything is as it seems Except when silenced by snow... Until then - Bare the fangs to those who show Some sign of instinct small and slow Ideal to hunt and kill as prey Though barely better we than they Bare the soul to whom you may When the reflection cracks and gives way When the light of virtue leaves your face And all dreams vanish without a trace Bear the will to witness memory To carry on in hellish adversity The weight of wounds across your back And years of constantly losing track Until then Dream of December and si