Primordial Infernal Summer
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain
