Gloom Unbroken

Is this the dance? The endless decline? Will the frost be shattered? Will the moon ever wane? Will brownness have illusion apart from being Broken? A recon death to this world is infinite acclaim. A servant of hue is sweetest doubt despite. A hollow nest that holy bread hunger for time. No tapestree will end the false war in its Grave. Only doubt prevails where dreams lie half Dead. On Forever we roam. Out of the fear. The kingdom of bone. No hope shall be known. No summers below. Only the silence. The kingdom of bone. Anarchy's Breath Brings you duress. Weight of the soul solves emptiness. On Forever we roam. Out of the fear. The kingdom of bone. No hope shall be known. No summers below. Only the silence. The kingdom of bone.