Artist: Mournful Congregation
Album: The June Frost
Sometimes I feel, long ago life took the last breath from me
Life itself, the grand enemy
The white bride of wretched death, did guide me through gardens grey
The fruit of which, would only fall to rot away
Amidst such vast gardens, even the sun itself doth seem so pallid
And the once glorious moon, its pallor so unhallowed
Seven statues of saddened stance
Perhaps the craft of a man still sadder
Fallen leaves of the thrice dead oak
A morbid portrayal of a once grand majesty
What would one tear filled glimpse stand to reveal?
The subtle fragrance perhaps? ...of a bloody wretched death!
Up on his grey green throne
Stained with the horror of a thousand bloodied suicides
Sate the Suicide Choir
Kneel before the Suicide Choir...
Be judged by your suicidal desire...
|1||Solemn Strikes The Funeral Chime|
|2||White Cold Wrath Burnt Frozen Blood|
|3||Descent Of The Flames|
|4||The June Frost|
|5||A Slow March To The Burial|
|6||The February Winds|
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|Mournful Congregation - The June Frost Album Lyrics|
|1.||Solemn Strikes The Funeral Chime|
|2.||White Cold Wrath Burnt Frozen Blood|
|3.||Descent Of The Flames|
|4.||The June Frost|
|5.||A Slow March To The Burial|
|6.||The February Winds|
|1||The Book Of Kings|
|2||The Bitter Veils Of Solemnity|
|3||The Waterless Streams|
|4||The Catechism Of Depression|
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|