Run from the light
Your eyes, black like an animal
Deep in the wander
And care for no one, but the offspring of your might
Run from the one who comes to find you
Wait for the night that comes to hide
Your eyes black like an animal, black like an animal
Crossing the water, lead them to die
We press for the water
Press for the river, press for the rain
We press for the water
Press for the river, press for the pain
/ I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. /
I love to run away and wander on the other side of the reality... And just such incredible persons like Chelsea Wolfe can become my guide in the world of the unknown, the dusk and the beautiful. She like no other embodies mistery and darkness, her music is both healing and harrowing, enchanting and narcotic, silent and crying, and her voice is both haunting and seemingly haunted, though whether by angels or demons is unclear. And I'm in love with her skewed romanticism.
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