DESCRIPTION:
Funeral doom project from Romania



i stare
into my...face
we are ....connected
by...solitude
together
tied
in chains
of despair
NOT
A GLEAM OF HOPE
mentally
enslaved... nameless
having no future
and
no past
i ...look
at ..myself
from the surface
of
a black lake


mirrors call
mirrors melt
mirrors take ...me out
of here x2


what the silver... moon
sings about
in eternal
collapse at night
what ...i.. am
looking for
in
the empty
skies
a swallow... of freedom
sticks in my throat
when the sun
goes
down
in ...the mirrors of despair
there...is
only my face