Cursed Winter

from Funeral Impressions by Restless

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My son and I have survived three months more.
But the winter was too hard for him,
He died during the night in his peaceful sleep.
Finally I was alone, with no one to take care of.

The Villagers were almost all dead, and I had to leave my house.
From the meal of our first child's limbs we didn't pray anymore.
I have seen on my son's body and my own body the first transformation.
Our nails have fallen replaced by huge things between nails and claws.

We have lost our hair, and our skins were so pale.
Since his death I could not sleep anymore.
My eyes glowed red when I left the house.
I've reached the closest village, and have taken refuge in the sewers.

After two weeks of hunts and human feasts,
Villagers slept in the church with bright fires.
The storm came quickly, and the wind was so strong.
The roof broke down on all these good christians.

I have enough meat for a month, in this dead village.
I have time before I leave to hunt elsewhere.
I know I am no more human. I know I am cursed.
I keep the skull of my son with me. That's all that's left from my humanity.

I hate myself, I hate the one I became.
I know now I'm cursed. But I must live.
For my son.

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from Funeral Impressions, released March 11, 2018

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Abysmal Growls Of Despair UK

Onemanband of extreme musics, drifting through a wide range of sounds like ritualistic dark ambient, drone and funeral doom.

"It's just so overwhelming that it overtakes you and, like I said, a few times I had to switch it off to take a breath and escape the suffocating grip this yields on the body and spirit."
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