Dead Morose from Lowereve by Сны Энтомолога
Tracklist
| 8. | Dead Morose | 6:15 |
Lyrics
Winter skyes bring us hours to think
Price of days melting snow with dirt
Fingers cold feel the space of breath
Lights of ice like the souls of the dead
All belong to a nowhere side
To a morning grey after sleepless night
Birds carry all of our silent prayers
Words of mist become frozen shades
Facing truth of you inner depth
Waking elements of misleading dust
Try to reach voids of madness
Try to cry out name of soul
Credits
License
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Swamp rock and doomberry pies.
est. 2012
Slow mo trio from the stone banks of Neva river. The genre of music originates from the fertile soil of northwestern doomberry fields and creates the specific heavy fuzz style of swamp rock sounding. Today's line-up: The Brother is the bass, The Emperor is on drums and The Drunkard is about the voice and guitar.