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letra de tombward bound - a forest of stars

losing the night in a race to hate morning when a lonely child loses it to the moon now we’re all carrion
rotting here at the gates to another empty paradise i have been forever building pyres in my mind
gathering fallen limbs of masters p-ssed ’till minds eye finally fades out;
blinded by final death of the root

i shall gather my strength amongst the remnants of my kin and build a bonfire against the eternal, twisting night
the never ending, frost plumed night
i shall raise nought but sparks against the coal shrine pitch, but as we gather here against the end, those sparks will gird our honour
sparks to kindling to roaring flame, pyres of the mind starting up again

death may be inevitable, but we can at least ride his trail, grim determination as fortification – dancing through the mires, raising surprised rainbows against the night
all coiled as serpents gathering to strike at the light
one last dance amongst the embers
to lay down with the others before the dawn should chance to come
for this blood, the end of the line

(would you hear me? carrion, wanderer.)
so, it’s an endless funeral, or so it would seem
it’s all furnace flames and clods of earth and endless weeping
oh, the f-cking weeping
i could almost cry…

(echoing chamber of void.)
all the mourners and their mournings;
all black veils and emotion unveiled
shut up and get in the ground

(would you hear me? carrion, wanderer.)
the worms aren’t complaining – they’ll make a hearty meal of yours
…and the rest of you, i’m sure
get in the f-cking ground

(echoing chamber of void.)
i’ll take up a shovel and hazard a grind
if you don’t yet know the drill, well i’ll fill you in
it’s a dark old life on the whole, so step right up and down you go

misplaced apology nailed to contradiction
i’m not worshipping that!
a life spent seeking balance;
perhaps my spirit’s just not level
always angling towards h-ll
catch of the day not worth a glance past nightfall
dancing with the devil whilst throwing money to the spirit lenders
sale or return you can keep it
this is not a percentage decrease in decomposition
you can dance around my tombstone all you like but i’ll be grabbing your f-cking ankle as and when i please

i may not be the lord of the dance you ridiculous c-nts, but i’ll have my tuppence worth, don’t you worry!
one for each eye if you please

- a forest of stars

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