Two Dead Eternities

Screaming Into The Dispersed Ether, This Last Shattered Wound Drips And Steals Musically Along, Echoes Infinite Against The Slant Breeze, Screeching Beyond Knowing. Our Saviors Have Grown Tired. A Thousand Enchanted Heavens Wrapped In The Ruins Of These Sightless Times, Crystal And Bloodred, A Dream Of Abandoned Creation.