
Funereal Owlblood Songtext
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[Music by Matton September '93]
[Poems by Bartsch September '93]
The night grows pale
as with faint wing stroke
the cradle of decay
emerges from the ruins of reason
the roaring silence
sinks under the new trial
into decline
i tasted the morning dew
on a withered leaf
and forgot the acrimonious unrest
which awoke during the moon-shine
coz' only me is the frame and the blood
and i open your door into autumn
which escapes with speechless ardor
[Poems by Bartsch September '93]
The night grows pale
as with faint wing stroke
the cradle of decay
emerges from the ruins of reason
the roaring silence
sinks under the new trial
into decline
i tasted the morning dew
on a withered leaf
and forgot the acrimonious unrest
which awoke during the moon-shine
coz' only me is the frame and the blood
and i open your door into autumn
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