Carbon from Intravenus by Ambelian

I call forth a twilight world, let me smell sweet fragrance of earth.
The dust and soil is upon my brow, escape, this mortal coil.
Dust and Soil.

I taste the fruits of order now, the stamp of man in chaos now.
To reline a wasted frame, if only I could reawake. Dust and Soil.

The ghost within me sings, as deaths blade she finally swings.
She swings, she swings
Dust and Soil, Dust and Soil

The shimmering light of this twilight world
outside my window the darkness curls.
Now the dust and soil is upon my bones, escape this carbon coil.

The divine within me sings as deaths blade she finally swings.
She swings...Dust and Soil.

• Rock
• goth
• goth rock
• gothic
• gothic rock
• gothy
• United Kingdom