Striborg
negative emanations
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The wind, she whispers
Through the graveyards of our hearts:
Wreathed in dreams
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
Harvest past, fires cast
Ashen shades this Halloween
We are set now to Beherit the earth...
- Album:
- A Procession Of Lost Souls
- This Suffocating Existence
- Southwest Passage
- Black Desolate Winter
- Perceiving the World With Hate - EP
- In the Heart of the Rainforest / Misanthropic Isolation - EP
- Autumnal Melancholy
- Mysterious Semblance
- The Foreboding Silence
- Trepidation
- Spiritual Catharsis
- Solitude
- GhostWoodlands
- Nocturnal Emissions / Nyctophobia
- 10 Years of Roaming the Forests (94-04)
- Embittered Darkness / Isle de Morts
- Nefaria / A Tragic Journey Towards the Light
- In the Heart of the Rain Forest / Through the Forest to...
- Voices of the Underground IV
- Embittered Darkness / Isles de Morts