The Melancholy Article letra

Within crushing woe...
We can never again reach the past...
Melancholy, our temple...
We no longer see, the forests...
The trees no longer speak, to us...
The birds have ceased to sing...
We wear the skins...
Of the carrion fowl...
We cannibalize our dead...
Our faces are worn...
With the gallows mask...
The soil is tilled...
With bones...
Our kinsfolk are interbred in death...
The great wolf has swallowed the sun.

Blood of the Black Owl - Letras

• Crippling of Age
• Forest of Decrepitude
• He Who Walked Away From the Fire & Laughed As He Bled
• Inter-Weaving the Beyond
• Journey Of The Plague Year
• The Melancholy Article
• Unattainable Vistas of Our Remembrances
• Void