Aaaaargh! Bloody 2-Handed Chainaxe Blow - Summer Storms lyrics

«We knew not how full it was to walk a mountain» Gauging out of a corner of the eye at an angle Futures thus declaring themselves at the discretion of each other We culminate in this pure language so that In presence of you we won't even need to flee Within constant-framed While tramping on the sandmound Tell now of its side «Caught a glimpse at the mound Even threw in a mountain Though in palesome moment Felt as if I had pa**ed out» Walking on the mountain A dust spectre wrinkling down the earth-saturating current Violet-shattered veins darkening ( the ) hemisphere Ocular specks whip the caducious leaves up warming towards dawning At dusk as tracing the curve of chorus moons now earthed now white-glowing trails fleeting in A sediment born to fertilizing a fracturing if not the sky gathering up Ridging the swelling flowing into sculptural, mouthed-out iciclings Sparklings of light shivering now patterned, now past to sunlit blackenings Raining back over to the warming of the misted-up glacier «How could I free from this one» wind you talk about Going on halting at each and every breath Waxing humus skin within age cooled down up Looking cracks mud-painted into the dark-skinned Waves dribbled down sagging-out shining hair Outpouring liquid draughts of imbibing brown-greys The hollow apex to birth upcry Slashed along the enlightening of unviolence Does it not deny nominative fathomability In.... the agony of dying.... This anonymity speaks Eyes only now coruscating with might, now they look into you The choking winds precipitate free under The rumble storming in impatient wait Staring back in time into this shining I Monotone Monotone Monotone Monotone