The Forlorn Self Video (MV)

We greet the longest eve, after we have lasted
Through the end of all things
The landscape lay maudlin, desiccated
In graven silence, the blood red sky melted
The wind at my side sewn, for the harvest of the soul
I close my eyes and welcome visions of sweet release, in reverie endless
Embraced in sylvan, darkened woods boundless

The boundless fury of a world unborn
Within myself, my soul forlorn

With widened eyes and sullen revelations
Wash this all down: all has run its course
Becoming one with the whited tempest
The jagged rocks and spray, excoriating me
Pale whitened skin, inviting to be censured
Blood red flesh, empty carnal pleasures
God forsaken, the storm obscures our cries
Follow, follow... surely a slave am I