Fractal Altar from Fractal Altar by Snail

Old smoke cathedral
Faint gnostic bell compelling
The chosen winters
Unconsciously retelling
Along the way you know, and afterwards discover
There’s no observer here without an observation
Her clock-face frozen
She smashes through her altar
As shattered pieces Themselves become new altars

The smoke turned solid in the room
All sound was trapped, our vision dim
A table strewn with precious sins
Protect us from advancing gloom

He cleans the glass with alcohol
The spirits will evaporate
The moth we saved clings to the wall
He’s grateful for the slight delay

When cobalt bottles crack and wear
Our mended breaks go on display
Old scars, their vengeance should forget
Their hammers made us truly great

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And now you discover
Fate somehow around
We know it’s conclusion
Gray clouds in a shroud

• Classic Metal
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