The dawn breaks,
These thoughts that dwell.
Night brings forth,
My final hell.
This choice..
This choice I made,
Follows me eternal.
Consuming my every breath.
Solace found in death.
Hours stained by the weight of heavy hearts.
The rain whispers of eternal embrace.
From death bleeds new life.
Summer until forever's collapse.
The sky's lament as wrists cry
Torrential storms of red mist to tend the pastures.
Buried beneath the willow tree,
Off the old path in a field to the east,
Underneath the setting sun.
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Too good to be true. This record flawlessly captures the spirit of my favourite era in Metalcore, while still sounding fresh. It doesn't even feel like a revival of an era or a certain sound, it's almost like this EP is a part of it and always has been. Timeless! mynameismud