Powdered with black ashes
A soul spills its blood.
The only dream is scattered
By the gales of white.
Hundreds of thoughts were carried away
By a towering raven so high,
Having plunged in deep dreams of day,
It sank to the very mount’s thigh.
Having waved by a wing, at parting,
It broke on a slumber’s stones,
Reveries disappeared then, lurking,
With the black corbie and thoughts.
And you’ve got a choice from the raven
‘tween the stone and your daydreams,
But you won’t fly anymore to the azure haven –
Neither by prose, nor poetry – help by no means.
credits
from Irminsul,
released March 25, 2011
lyrics by Swarm
A powerful metal opus, blending soaring vocals, intricate melodies, and thunderous riffs for an epic listening experience. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2023