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Frost Like Ashes

feel like i've tried enough So, you never know When the smoke might blow around your way Oh it's hard to say How they're gonna read the ashes anyway

nature I praise Thee For the landscape of Scandinavia Thou spread snow like wool And scatter frost like ashes Thou hurls down Thy hail like morsels Who

cuts on thru like an arabian First one steps, dies from vocals of buddha's breathe What's next? ashes left standin with contacts The buddha's criminology is like

Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm

gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From the ashes

solicitude of SATAN! Burning their churches, jagged their whores. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... As they please us to rip them off like porks! Tryggvasons

are now those archaic deeds in the mist of time, and the Cimmeries testimonials sleep in the obscure silence of the tumulus like ancient relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes

the songbirds Stilled by the killing frost Forests burn to ashes Everything is lost Horizon to horizon, memory written on the wind Washed away like footprints

Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire