Mourning Beloveth - Narcissistic Funeral

Doom/Death from Ireland Track #4 from the album “The Sullen Sulcus“ Released in 2002 via Aftermath Music I do not own any copyrights, they all belong to the mighty Mourning Beloveth! If you like The music, buy it! Lyrics: Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight with its dead promises. Nothing makes sense in an imaginary world that no one can touch. In the strange hours I dream of evenings under moonrise and of fashioned ideals before they could turn and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers. Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view. The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail tomorrows empty heaven. The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils and the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips. There is something painful in the first spring bud of life, it tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness that riseth in bla