We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

The Wastelands

from Greystone by Nuclear Winter

/

lyrics

I lent upon the gate
when frost was spectre-grey,
and harvest lands were desolate
in the weak eye of day.

The tangled vine stems that scorched the sky.
The ancient pulse of birth was sunken hard and dry,
and every spirit upon the world was fervourless.

The lands sharp features seemed to be
the century's corpse out lent.
The crypt, the cloudy canopy.
The wind, the death lament.
Upon the growing doom,
the impending sound trembled through.

Now when the light is leaving,
no life from the night's mist.
And echoing through the wastelands,
night crushed out the day.

The crypt, the cloudy canopy,
The wind, the death lament.
Upon the growing doom,
the impending sound trembled through.

credits

from Greystone, released May 21, 2021
W&P by Gary Stautmeister

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

MMD Records Cape Town, South Africa

Mind Manipulation Device Records

Rocking the Body, & Bending the Mind since 2005 !

contact / help

Contact MMD Records

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like MMD Records, you may also like: