Dream from Madrugada by Gloom Wizard

Fragrant dew and wet, dark earth
On an island of green,
Footsteps at dawn,
'Tis black this sea,
An empty house behind
And shadows watch beneath the sun,
Blood on a bone loom
Where my dream is spun,

I'm losing my home,
I'm losing my home,
The path I knew is tread no more,

The silence tells a fell good-bye
As I descend that hill,
A dread relief, a sutured dream
As I descend that hill,
Jet waters so still,
Filthy heat in hide-bound art,
Pure journey through the pines.
My cracked visage askance
To gray, unsullied skies,


I'm losing my home,
I'm losing my home,
The path I knew is tread no more,

The stones, the sand, a gelid touch
From shores as lips that welcome,
Black crag heart that beacons sleep,
It cleft the toes and felt them,
The stones, the sand, a gelid touch
From shores as lips that welcome,
Black crag heart that beacons sleep,
It cleft the toes and felt them,

I'm losing my home,
I'm losing my home,
The path I knew is tread no more,

• Alternative
• Rock
• goth
• gothic
• metal
• post-punk
• Guadalajara