I will walk alone, in winter sun
and lay myself on dying leaves.
I think of you and think of when
I felt your hand upon my face.
Entwine our torn lives and pray the earth enfold
our life-sick hearts and turn them into gold.
Let us go now, the day is overworn,
We've reaped the crops the gods have sown.
Laughter or tears, for we've only known..
Despair and sorrow over the land,
Broods like a storm, we cannot understand.
I remember us on summer's stage
unfurled in winds, we found a way
No sorrow in the brow of youth,
We borrowed life for just a while,
Carefree laughter was the rage,
Life filled with just a promised smile.
I've seen your fingers holding this glass
but your touch upon it will not last.
I will walk alone, in winter sun
and lay myself on dying leaves.
Let us go now, the day is overworn,
we've reaped the crops the gods have sown.
Laughter or tears, for we've only known..
Whispers of the winter.
Let us go forth, the night is now at hand,
From the hollow lands the harvest is sown.
Scorching black metal from Houston, featuring members of Night Cobra, Oceans of Slumber, Venomous Maximus, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 7, 2023