Memories, like phantoms in my head (My stoneclad past come to haunt me) Flow graciously through the eve (A stream of notes in the dark) They can't really be ...
Burn! Set fire to the streets and houses Take apart our kindling cities; Turn the walls to dirt What use have we of hollow things when all they hold is spite?
When I die, swaddle me Plant me under a seed I will grow into that tree I will live as changing leaves (Music by Rowan, Lyrics by Jason Emry)
Amassing without mass beyond a mortal gaze Shades of non-atomic matter deform space When these so-called winds betray your favor You bow and pray that ...
A mountain of hell with a mouth Limber and viscous It feeds on faith and grows enormous Despite its size, you never see it coming Drawn in Split apart Ground ...