Fields of Blight Songtext
von Thorn

Across
Elysian fields of jade
Where
Phantoms
No longer linger

Tendrils of
Oleanders
Creep ever-closer to
My withered
Brittle fingers
Climbing upward
The thorns-

The thorns
Constrict
Around
My neck


Yearning for
The specter to return
To the
Vacant
Leer of my gaze

Here I ossify in solitude
Awaiting my demise
Here I ossify in solitude
Awaiting my demise

Bitter glimpse of dreams
Out of reach
Grasping the wisps of smoke
That remain
Bitter glimpse of dreams
Out of reach
Grasping the wisps of smoke
That remain