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Belsameth
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As I walked to work today, I noticed it had snowed here. and while the streets and such where clean, the trees and bushes where all covered in snow, wich gave them somewhat of an unreal and spooky look. very moody.
anyway, it reminded me of a piece of "poetry" from Anathema, it's part of their song Shroud of Frost, and thought I'd share it with you lot.
I'm still not fully aware why I post it here, but sometimes you've got something on your mind you just HAVE to share...and it seems you're the (un)lucky reciever this time
"Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of
frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one
is here. Detached from reality, in the Knowing of dreams, we know the
entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty
room. We awake and it's true. I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak
morning. In the emptiness I beheld fate for the dead light is a foretelling
of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive
at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room
despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit... and there
is no song... just a delusion of silence."
anyway, it reminded me of a piece of "poetry" from Anathema, it's part of their song Shroud of Frost, and thought I'd share it with you lot.
I'm still not fully aware why I post it here, but sometimes you've got something on your mind you just HAVE to share...and it seems you're the (un)lucky reciever this time
"Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of
frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one
is here. Detached from reality, in the Knowing of dreams, we know the
entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty
room. We awake and it's true. I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak
morning. In the emptiness I beheld fate for the dead light is a foretelling
of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive
at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room
despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit... and there
is no song... just a delusion of silence."
