To dream of death to dream of life.
In the city of despair I found the living.
To dream of life to dream of death.
In the city of the living I found despair.
I see the sun baked earth before me.
The peaks beckon from afar.
Their siren songs reverberate
Plains open before me and yet I wait within the walls of suffocating trepidation.
Unfettered by the prophecy of experiencing death alone.
We try our hand at shielding our faces from our mortality.
We failed the sky and lost the movement and echo of stone.
An ascension reveals unmatched fears as the haunting farce appears.
With Echoes in the Movement of Stone
- Three Moons
- The Shore of Transcendenc..
- Almitra's Premonition
- Means to an End
- Crescent Mirror
- Consumed by Horizons of F..
- Requiem: From Substance t..