An endless harvest colours the horizon
Clutching soil like silver
Void streams flow through
Roads lead to anger
Where rusted salvage anchors
There's no grace like in these heirlooms
Just exhaustion like water
Even only circles for years
The cruel sea claim vainglorious seeds
Shades of loss saturate
Tones of sin celebrate
Black flowers for miles
Cracked fields of dust
But I trust in the coming rains
Out of harm's way
It saddens me to know there will never be another Snowblood album.
Also, I love hard cider oh so much.
Clutching soil like silver
Void streams flow through
Roads lead to anger
Where rusted salvage anchors
There's no grace like in these heirlooms
Just exhaustion like water
Even only circles for years
The cruel sea claim vainglorious seeds
Shades of loss saturate
Tones of sin celebrate
Black flowers for miles
Cracked fields of dust
But I trust in the coming rains
Out of harm's way
It saddens me to know there will never be another Snowblood album.
Also, I love hard cider oh so much.
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totem:
Thank god we don't need medical insurance here, so when I try drinking copious amounts to rid myself of this illness I can trot straight down to A&E 
Thank god we don't need medical insurance here, so when I try drinking copious amounts to rid myself of this illness I can trot straight down to A&E 
ruthi:
Is there any other house to be?