Traces from Blackshift by Ghostheart Nebula

And the traces I've left behind
Will be erased
Buried and forgotten

When night falls and the wind whisper through the trees
My noisy steps ruin the perfection of an ivory ground
Creepy branches
Darker than the sky
As bony fingers pointed at me
The embrace of snow silence everything
And turns the world into a sanctuary

Of solitude
Of pure beauty
Of death

But the traces are carved in my bones
And the faces that once filled the void
Add up to what gave me relief
In the coffer of my restless soul

In the vacuity of this existence
We need to leave a trace
A testimony of our passage
An epitaph of our ephemeral life

Even if will be just a trace in the void

• Metal
• cosmic doom
• doom metal
• doomgaze
• funeral doom metal
• post-rock
• Milan