Lyrics Whispering Spiritscapes - Mournful Congregation

Whispering Spiritscapes

Black horses ride waveless skies
Traversed as shapeless voids
Blackless night and voidless light
Words and symbols yet unseen
Unhallowed deeds left unredeemed
We dream within a greater dream
The masque of despondency
Tethered to the rippling gaze
From behind which peers
A black luminescence
Beckoning to thee
Alluring, yet repelling
Unnering, perpetually recurring
Obscure presence in the outer abyss
Wisdom’s muse or man’s conception
The voice of dreaming dissolves in creation
Cloaked in tattered gravecloth
I navigate the whispering spiritscapes
«My child, you are receiving the primal matter
Understand the blindness and the
Dejection of your first condition»
I long not for life
I long not for death