son-ov-hades:“The wind cast a ruin upon my soul.The night is dying, yet we cursed the da
son-ov-hades: “The wind cast a ruin upon my soul.The night is dying, yet we cursed the dawn, each mourning, upon a festering grave.The moonlight has no shine through the doom. The burning corpse of god shall keep us warm in the doom of howling winds, for we are a race from beyond the wanderers of night…” ~Xasthur -- source link