I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Witches painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
- 专辑:Written in Waters
- 歌手:Ved Buens Ende
- 歌曲:To Swarm Deserted Away