And when the sun is sinking low, I creep through mist like blood through snow. To the forest I must go, tend to the black flower, a lustful show.
Dead of night, lady darkness calls, neighbor of the wood.
Night of frozen bone, I long to hear you moan, although a spell I know this to be, her frozen touch belongs to me.
And in my dreams she lingers often, hovering over a blood soaked coffin. Between her thighs pleasure brews skeletal hand drops and follows through. Floating foreword, in terror I see, my murdered wife in the coffin in front of me.
Night of frozen bone, I long to hear you moan, although a spell I know this to be, her frozen touch belongs to me.
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Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
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