Thor’s Day Mood.

Wolves in the Throne Room – A Looming Resonance.

Staring onward,
As time stands still.
Devoid of tribulation,
While time stands still.
Starlight breaks this darkened haze,
Filter through decay.
Moonstruck children indisposed,
Malignant culture thriving on.
Defile the sanctum,
Of this place.
Wind stirs nigh,
Brings rain to cleanse

Winter now converges,
Drenched in all its blackness.
The last stalks of light are devoured,
Shadows wade through filth
With gestures far too wide
And so they march on hallowed ground.
History repeating,
Behavior that’s been burned into the bone.

Staring onward
Will time stand still?
A thousand years of fruitless searching,
Object of desire beyond the reach,
Of old and brittle hands,
With bated breath, anticipate the end.
Voices of the vanquished echo in the dreams
They can’t elude
Where is the fire
That dwells inside,
Darkness returns with cold embrace.
Staring onward,
When time stands still.
Devoid of tribulation,
Time stands still.
Staring onward,
Time stands still

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