Paroles de Remnants

Embedded in fertile plain Snared in pulp and stone Confounded being emerges Surrounded yet alone Surging growth in vigour Morbidity at bay Hale deceives the advent Of cycles in decay Winter's first marrow cracks Mother bides the spring Ne'er evade the hand of death And coursing pain it brings Matter broken, times expire Eternity's division Peer across the fatal pass Terminus inition Ills that never truly mend Breath which seldom draws in ease Pulses often miss their step Somatic ever in disease Embedded in fallow plain Consumed by pulp and stone Confounded being expires Abandoned and alone