There is something when you draw near. I destroy all things I hold dear.
Drink the light from a gibbet's hand, on an ailing shore, where it strands. In every language I've confessed, its haunted name where death opens her thighs. Our paramour of broken tides, you saw us die ♡…
There is something when you draw near. I destroy all things I hold dear.
Drink the light from a gibbet's hand, on an ailing shore, where it strands. In every language I've confessed, its haunted name where death opens her thighs. Our paramour of broken tides, you saw us die ♡