Album: Marrow Of The Spirit
There are ghosts in every hallway*
In every room, behind every door
Peering through every window into the past
Holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire
Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in which they hide
...but there are no ghosts here...
There are gods in the wake of every flame
The fire that betroths the coldness of the void
In every wind, every tempest, and every snowfall
In every silence
Inside every root that reaches deep into the soul of the Earth
...but there are no gods here...
Shadows paint the dusk
Ghosts rise from the flames
To set alight in the fields
In robes of smoke and spirit aligned
|1||Black Lake Nidstang|
|2||Ghosts Of The Midwinter Fires|
|3||They Escaped The Weight Of The Darkness|
|4||Into The Painted Grey|
|5||The Watcher's Monolith|
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|2||Plateau of the Ages|
|3||Vales Beyond Dimension|
|4||Cor Serpentis (The Sphere)|
|6||The Astral Dialogue|
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|
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