Vintner of Harvest Storms Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Enter pre-love palms
Centered, brusque love bombs
Man or caterpillar
Shake the terrain
Mental janitors
Are sweeping in vain
A vintner of harvest storms
A winter takes many forms
Ghost or acolyte
All feel betrayed
Private satellites
Are ticking, ticking away
Beneath your blue-walled moons
Sharpened predators play
You've given your lesson
Be it beast or blessing
I've yet to be contented
And you remain unswayed
If Mars has many swarms
Shepherds yet unborn
Holding ragged parasols
Over plains of smoke
Endless ruminants
Digging, digging, cope
Your vital reliquaries
Claw at unseen ghosts
Purposeful disaster
Come to Papa Bastard
Live in micro waves
And through darkness float