Transference from Upheaval by Sól

We hold fire.
It is dim yet it leads the way.
And their blood flows through us.
An enshrined altar guides.
Bury our hands in the archaic ash
Piece together the tarnished stones.
Claim the path.
We the carriers of old divinity
Wield suffocated flames,
Yearn for connection to the land.
We are the wick of our forebears.
We have become strangers to our own land.
The flames burn low, so we gather close.
...And yet fire burns.
Among this fortress of trees is a cold city
Those of a bound body and mind are taken quietly.
The flames burn low, so we gather close in the woodland.
The flames burn low, so we gather close where fire burns.

• Cascadian
• Metal
• Post Black Metal
• atmospheric
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• Portland