Fortune Doesn't Smile On the Damned

from by Apothecary



As this suffering flows through my cold dead fingers
I see all of space and time
Colliding stars explode shifting dense white power
I'm expelled through time, through space, deloused, displaced

Griping my soul, I am torn asunder
Ripping my piece from piece
Bound in darkness, Uncrowned in silence

Cauterized with this ancient fire
Ghost pain called my bleak desires

Running my hands across this open ground
I blink my sightless eyes, I feel them burning out
I hear them feeding


from Drifting Towards the Ancients, released April 25, 2015
Guitar/vocals - Drew Holt
Guitar/Vocals - Andy Honer
Bass/Violin- Brad Moffit
Drums - Jarrod Ives
Clarinet - Kayla Smalley



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