Blackthorn - Immortelle For A Hollow Grave intro lyrics

rate me

The cold voice of the tempest,

It makes me run away

There’s something bittersweet

And true in the air this day

At long last I can whirl round

With fallen xanthic leaves

Unite with birds of passage and fly above the trees

(The) stories that must flash out

With a pulsing aorta of (the) sky

And then must turn to ashes

I kiss them all goodbye

The rotten lips taste divine,

Can’t explain to you why

The last pain pierces my heart

I laugh and deeply cry

And stunning is the black-eyed thicket

And the swamped grass,

Not a human, not a god yet,

Come, veni foras!

And stunning is the black-eyed thicket

And the swamped grass,

Not a human, not a god,

Mother, veni foras…