...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
Lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...
Is this life the pillor I must bear?
To grow in this wretched world?
...With hate each day I burn...
The birds above, they ride the winds
And from each piercing talon dangles a soul

The stone awaits my fall
Upon a grave I dug myself
The birds sing their requiems
Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night

Let me dig my own grave
Let me, oh precious noose of mine
You are my mother, whose womb around my neck
Grants me a world of cold nihility

An endless winter night
A bitter, black frozen hell
For me

Is this the pillor I must bear?
To die on this fucking world?
...With hate I die and burn...
The birds above, they caress the winds
They lend me the wisdom to fly...

Lyrics submitted by LaDiablo

Of Stone, Wind, and Pillor song meanings
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    General CommentWhat an interesting way to view birds... The takers of souls...
    Sort of personifies them as angels of death.

    "Oh precious noose of mine, you are my mother."
    LaDiabloon September 14, 2007   Link

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