Poles from Postvorta by Quercus

People come into the world from me
They leave through me blessed
Two poles blaze or go out
To see it differently every day
I search time for loneliness
To love the black time
Silence of night, flickering shadows
And to curse god's eyes around
That they can see me in my pleasure
After an empty day that hurts
To be treated without God's help
But I gain strength in a purest ecstasy
When silence breaks shadows
It brings me a painful humiliation

All of my days
Inclined plane
All of my notions
Like a leaden ball
Peace of my soul
Sagged branch
Stride of time
Unspeakable river
Sprouts of flavour
Tied in a knot
All of my steps
As fragile as porcelain

• Metal
• doom metal
• funeral doom metal
• Pilsen