Chow from Nihil Novum by Bleach For The Stars

In wintertime they come to take their flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping, seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat

As lukewarm meat returns its rushing hole
Branded a decay through spiraled sweat
These dog-meat dreams of stale seas churning cold
Snatch at us, snatch at us to relent

So many ancient memories drowned in foam
The weight of blood beneath a coral tomb
So many primal whispers flensed to bone
The end has come
The end has come so soon

In wintertime they come to take our flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping, seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat

So many memories in a last deep dive
We danced for a day in the clean tide’s care
With the chemical twitch and its scum-shiver slag
With the tearing of the rope and the rusted engine’s drag
Still buried beyond air

In wintertime they come to take our flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping, seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with deceit

So many ancient memories drowned in foam
The weight of blood beneath a coral tomb
So many primal whispers flensed to bone
The end has come
The end has come so soon
The end has come
The end has come so soon
Across the ice
Beneath a redder moon
The end has come
The end has come so soon
The end has come
The end has come so soon

• Dark Ambient
• Experimental
• Post-Industrial
• Harwich