V blízkosti týchto borovíc
ma ty nezachrániš .
V čase kvitnutia
Som priehľadný .
Naivka vzala moju krv
A dala ju duchovi.
Miznúce oči
ukradli poslednú vec, čo držala ma nažive.
Iskry
Pália v mojich očiach
výrečnosť skrytá
Plethora.
Ďakujem
Že stále som na žive.
Ďakujem
Plethora !
Plethora
Close to these pines,
you can't save me.
Efflorescences time,
diaphanous.
Ingénue takes my blood,
and it gives the spirit.
Evanescent eyes
stole the last thing that keeps me alive .
Scintillas
Burn in my eyes
Eloquence hide
Plethora.
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A post-hardcore megalith from the UK: churning guitars, spacey arrangements, and explosive vocals both screamed and sung. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2019
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