Music, Words, Atmosphere: Mel Vesper
There's something unraveling, When we close our eyes. A fate that's set in stone; one we cannot deny. Oblivious to what's at hand; awake! The ghost of time. Shrouding light & harmony, weaving nightmares out of rhymess.
Let darkness wonder in, let the flowers die. Let chaos be our guide & guide us through the very end. Let's burn the scriptures, let's shame the altar, let angels crash & burn; we all descend through this sin.
And we cast our tears, into the lake of fire. Indulgence in pleasantries & limitless desire. Puppet strings, no longer pulled, decaying but alive. Alas! The ruins of consequence, n'ver without a price.
