Undone, ensnared
Haunted by their calls
Old and sick
They spew madness
Twisted hymns and conspiracies
Brittle bones overwhelmed
Nightmarish images beamed into my head
One by one they seize control
With all their might they hold me close
The choir sings in unison
And tears right through my mind
In a steady stream the voices call to me
“Abandon all thine hope, embody misery.
Destitute and barren is the land which thou calls home.
Spread upon by ashes which were once thy children’s bones.”
One by one they seize control
With all their might they hold me close
The choir sings in unison
And tears right through my mind
Great CD! The Lone Spire is an atmospheric masterpiece. Always reminds me of Silent Hill for some reason. And that is a good thing. A very good thing... kowaikage2