The Wake Of The Angel
Elend
[Troisieme Repons] I am the eyes of the Basilisk. As you enter the forest of my sleep, Drawing aside the bushes of glimmering light, You will remember the prayer of Orion. Drifted in me, you are alone. The hour approaches and the Moon, dim as clay, Pours a sea of tears into our swollen eyes. Kill the dying in my soul, my love, For Death once dead bears no more dying then, And you'll be dead to strike the dead. I have written your name so often On the chiselled vault. But my writing hands are the roots of my misery. Now everything stands still in the wake of the Angel...angelic singing atmospheric avantgarde bedtime black metal dark dark thoughts darkwave depressing elend Eternum ethereal female vocals get this goth melancholic moonlit neo folk neo-classical neoclassic neoclassical orchestral piano Reflective ritual and dark ambient Sleep symphonic metal The Wake of the Angel UPEETA violent neoclassical
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