Condor Tongue from Eros|Anteros

on the day of my silence the galling past broadens my thoughts a shred of hope in my skin the consuming cave must be filled idle seashore of the mind the bad moon rises and I close my eyes when received the cursed scorn these flaws are deemed the howling wind blows and the lucent lands are glowing glow below me glow you give me idle seashore of the mind the bad moon rises and I close my eyes the vulture sings my last song the lucent moon glows now tonight the hounds howl their goodbyes tonight and i am nearly there