Fields of the Nephilim At the Gates of Silent Memory


Fields of the Nephilim At the Gates of Silent Memory    (We don't care if you think it's silly)


"Love of my life, God grant the years
Confirm the chrism - rose to rood!
Anointing loves, asperging tears
In sanctifying solitude!

Man is so infinitely small
In all these stars, determinate.
Maker and moulder of them all,
Man is so infinitely great! "                        




"Yes, today life that I knew
So sick of all the people
A blind moon

Over to the window
Where the night has become Elizium for the sleepless souls
And our days to come..."

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