Ultha
athamebane emanations
Born
from the ashes,
Condemned
to dust.
Nothing
ever really dies,
Fingers down
the throat of love.
A soul
as lost
as your own,
in the
undertow
You are
emptiness.
You are
emptiness.
Born
from the ashes,
Condemned
to dust.
Nothing
ever really dies,
Fingers down
the throat of love.
A soul
as lost
as your own,
in the
undertow
You are
emptiness.
You are
emptiness.