very impressive and dark I'm love the ambient atmospheric tone

Agalloch - Fire Above_ Ice Below.mp3

Doom:vs Earthless ...

Doom:vs A Quietly Forming Collapse .MP3

Doom:vs Oblivion Upon Us

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the night decayed in my own mirror
at night my soul awakes
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the bandages of blood in the night
reaps at night
ur soul screams at night
u ask why?
why do u wake up with pain everytime?
it's cause the soul
draw us to another world
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away from the pain/away from the pain/away from the pain
escape this abuse then when u fall asleep
but when u wake up
u found hell
do u wanna go to sleep?/do u wanna go to sleep/
find out
right now
if u wanna stay asleep
find out
right now
find out that i decided to not let u live
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the night decayed in my own mirror
at night my soul awakes
.
the bandages of blood in the night
reaps at night
ur soul screams at night
u ask why?
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SCREAMINGxSOULS (prod. PartyAtTheMoonTower)

Sometimes is nice to play something totatlly different from my project's, what do you think ?

Lazy Look

Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
with its dead promises. Nothing makes sense in an imaginary
world that no one can touch. In the strange hours I dream of evenings 
under moonrise and of fashioned ideals before they could turn
and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers. Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view.

The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail
tomorrows empty heaven. The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
and the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips.

There is something painful in the first spring bud of life, it tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness 
that riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard.

To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created or to turn and gaze
at the clouds? It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in
a distant memory that only seem to trespass when the night is clear.

The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
of a narcissistic funeral 
that injure my dreams
narcissistic dreams

The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair and the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres. The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye but eventually overwhelms to send us cowering.

Christ goodbye - Saturnus

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