Whirl of Dread - Foscor

Leaving all my deamons back

Still seems the sky covered by black clouds

Are these faces all my bag

Or prisions from I’ve never really scaped

Crawling under horrors often fails

Stale hangovers, sight watching high

And then fragile blossoms falling

Whirl of dread, whirl of dread

How use the feral shiver left behind

Its inner cadence set my cry

Or slough then to dusting life

The shiver left behind

Swarm over there, so strong fellows

Watch from a bursting sky

All feared seals, fell on my head wound

And fill the pain thru my eyes

How long I should the hide

My loss, not face the dark, transforms

Crippled mind, still even being sly

One drift through the luricking lies

Wielding the fear, wearing a simple rag

Tangled whirl, not to smother my stare

But enshrines the pledge

Faint lapse is life

Thin blind guide, awful nest

Always a bleak lore