Water which course through the gilead helm, from the gaelic seas sway in my dreams as light that passes through me in the darkness, the gravitas of life leads I to stammer in the wake of the earth, breaking in thunder quates of time in the shattered ground from my steps. Like dreams that fade in the night twile of death. I come to each leaf bringing an end to what I love.
As my glass fills with thine words, the voices of the shadow beckon me to the silence of god. Where all mythic realms exist in desperate splendor. -to be a part of existance- for the longer you respect their truth, the more they become within. As so the darkness leads me to this desolate realm, of forgone creatures and mystical realities. I devour the silence of god, with the shear wheight of my karma. the balance of god is my creation destruction of all form that exist so that from the ashes of his image a true idol may be anew.
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This is beautiful! ❤🫶
God damn , I love this voice😍🤤
Kickass
Einfallen,who are you? Your music is so magic.
^^ thank you, i'm just someone with too much free time and lots of dreams xd
Water which course through the gilead helm, from the gaelic seas sway in my dreams as light that passes through me in the darkness, the gravitas of life leads I to stammer in the wake of the earth, breaking in thunder quates of time in the shattered ground from my steps. Like dreams that fade in the night twile of death. I come to each leaf bringing an end to what I love.
As my glass fills with thine words, the voices of the shadow beckon me to the silence of god. Where all mythic realms exist in desperate splendor. -to be a part of existance- for the longer you respect their truth, the more they become within. As so the darkness leads me to this desolate realm, of forgone creatures and mystical realities. I devour the silence of god, with the shear wheight of my karma. the balance of god is my creation destruction of all form that exist so that from the ashes of his image a true idol may be anew.
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