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Despair the Withered Shadows

by Dräugr

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Out of the body, only being- formless and suspended. A feeling, as of approaching death, enveloped me as I gazed upon strange vistas. There rose a swirling monolith graven in nebulous hues. Clasped at its heart lay horns of twinkling light, the mother of wolves, circlet of night. I am becoming… I am being…
2.
What is dead illuminates and births a bowl of ashen gems. Dreaming… the soul rises in wisps of smoke. A faraway voice cried, I am lost without you. An echo was all I had, a memory of trees and clear water. I am lost without you. There I lay in a shroud of mist, a forgotten elder in solitude: hid from the sun by the shadows of shrines, breathing the scents of sepulchral blooms. They feed on long-buried flesh, and I feel I am one of them. Silent, rotting. There in the water… I saw the moon… her outline was black. Under her gaze, resplendent- I watched as god fell. His flesh became leaves of seasons long-gone. I rejoiced as I peered into the ash of divinity…
3.
It was in death I found meaning and beauty: pillared deities draped in a mantle of cracked skin, russet robes coiled at their feet, crooked fingers reaching towards a pale heaven in lament- to winter-laden clouds, hoping to wring from their mercy one last drop of autumn, laden with rain and colour. It slowly seeped o’er all, and framed those headless angels in fire. The groaning of tongue-less mouths faintly heard, a rasp, a hiss: echoes of parched throats whose blood litters the ground in sweetly foetid clots. Few things in this sphere are as fragrant as their dying breath. Haloed by the tempest, their shadows tracing gloom- I saw that they feared judgment, and in that fear found solace.
4.
I see the sun, a burning mask of despair. Clouds scrape through an ashen sky, a besotted funeral procession seeking lost horizons. I drown myself in smoke, watching my own mask in a mirror of torpid waters. Whispers and bells bespeak dreams of misery. I would hang on in quiet desperation, if it meant one more day. Dreams of you are buried pale . I despair the withered shadows of memory. I await the cold morning.

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released January 30, 2015

Dustin Matthews- Guitars, Bass, Drum Programming, Vocals and Lyrics.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay at Amber Lit Audio.

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Dräugr has undergone a name change and is now called Dreichmere. Visit dreichmere.bandcamp.com for music!

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