كلمات Bleak Patterns

Becoming the shadow Obsidian streams A fatal desire Let it burn yourself clean North winds call Autumn spires fall Death heals all Bound, bound to the ceaseless North winds call Autumn spires fall Death heals all Bound, bound to the ceaseless seasons One step closer To your meaning The eye slowly opens For all time Blind to reason Free from conscience Resisting existence North winds call Autumn spires fall Death heals all Bound, bound to the ceaseless