The Breathless Season Bane

Mists comes a fire
The purest fire
It glows on the one hand
In cleansing sight
Mists comes a fire
Lustful fogs
The essence glows within
Within the purest fire
Mists passes so loud
Whispering heathy poisons
Beloved ones
To our innermost void
The purest fire
The purest fire
In the smoke covering the seven mountains
Submerges a voice into a smoke fire portal
Aetherial darkness in communion with manifold despair
Despised and the rebirth of light
The caress
A Hebrew dove spinning over the kingdom
Fleecing divine in a beautiful obedience
A stellar figure in majestic blueless trinity
Before the storm in the calm of blade of rain
A sun bleeds in the mist of silent laughter
Merging one in immortal twilight
Mists comes a fire
Mists comes a fire
Lustful fogs
The essence glows within
Within the purest fire
The purest fire
Mists passes so loud
Whispering heathy poisons
Beloved ones
To our innermost void
Submerges a voice into a smoke fire portal
Before the storm in the calm of light
In the calm of blade of rain