The Black Antlers Songtext
von The Moth Gatherer

Recurring relentless patterns
Black antlers from the king
Deep in vortex of thoughts
Carving anxiety from the abyss

A hook through astral planes
A vessel pending in between
Hallways of bones and memories
Gold reversed in my palms


A house of bricks and cancer
Is always flickering inside
Traverse the consciousness
Sterile vanishing, leave no trace

In here with me
Nothing but the bitter weight
Of memories
A nest of splinters
Making to escape.