Feraland letra

There congregate clocks,
That drome without gears.
The fumblings of fingers,
Skilled in non-art.


A semblance of time,
The semaphore lies.


Dead eyes reopen
In Feraland
An Augury burns
The valley rolls on
All lives abhorrence
In Feraland
All is reborn
In Feraland


The gaslight is dimming,
The street falls in shade.
Road formed in night-time,
Is nameless and fades.
Touching my temple,
Seamless and blind.
I weep for an opening,
An opening, an eye.
A million around me,
The semaphore lies,
The hour is one now,
A semblance of time.


A semblance of time,
The semaphore lies.


Dead eyes reopen
In Feraland
An Augury burns
The valley rolls on
All lives abhorrence
In Feraland
All is reborn
In Feraland

Luftwaffe - Letras

• A Solitary Order
• Ascension of Indigtaion
• Constance
• Correcting the Human Model
• Feraland
• Flickers
• Kalki's Army
• Killkorps
• Kronostory
• L'oss Hall
• Nebuchadnezzar Division
• Patterns Of Force
• Satan and the Sun
• Solipsistica Nihilisti
• The 36 faces of Adam Qadmon
• The Dead do Not Revolt
• The Indictment Of Birth
• The Trepan Of The Clock
• The World That is Lost