Album: Stillness Grows
The tall majestic oak
Immortal, unmoving
Seeing all, seething all
Loathing moves through it's veins
But moving shall it never know
Reaching out it's stranglehold
Squeezing the essence from it's woeful foe
Which lie below
Try it shall to cascade all
The middle of the circle
My comrade encompassed
The circle I migrated to each dusk
To commence plans of treason
Unto the humans
My comrade the oak in which I trust
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|---|---|
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| 2 | Aphotic - Vulnerable |
| 3 | Aphotic - Atmosphere |
| 4 | Aphotic - Livid Dread |
| 5 | Aphotic - Under Veil Of The Endless Grey Sky |