Madder Mortem
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When your hands speak, my body converted to ears
When you grasp for air, all my words undone
This is it
When your longing grows, I shall encircle you
Where the nights are old
Where the morning will not come
Hot breath on naked skin
Unconscious, mouth to mouth
I rest in confidence
When all time has gone and the mountains turned to dust
In the darkest of night, there is peace, my love, for us
- Álbum:
- Eight Ways
- Desiderata
- Deadlands
- Mercury
- Misty Sleep (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- All Flesh Is Grass
- Hard-Rock Magazine 68
- Missbehaviour
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Kaleidoscope: Issue 18
- Sonic Cathedral - Sirens
- Presumed Guilty
- Celebrating 21 Years of Peaceville Records
- ZilloScope 04/01
- Metal Hammer: June 2006
- 21 Years of Doom, Death & Darkness
- Metal Hammer #156: Peaceville: Loud, Proud, Punk & Metal
- Prognosis 5
- Katatonia Presents... Peaceville Dark Classics