Pallor from Drear by Harrow

Child pallbearer,
Wait for the flies to come.
Build me an army
From the bones.
Return from the sea,
Hands black with soot.
I'm just an echo
Of what you were.

Down we go,
Down we go.

It's not possession,
It's a privilege.
Let me complicate you,
You're a candle no one ever lit.
My heart, screaming blindly,
Breaks on the floor;
There's something coming
That I'll be ready for.

Down we go,
Down we go.

It's not possession, it's a privilege
(Wait for the flies to come from the bones)
Let me complicate you, you're a candle no one ever lit
My heart, screaming blindly, breaks on the floor
(Hands black with soot)
There's something coming that I'll be ready for
(Of what you were)
That I'll be ready for.

• Alternative
• alternative metal
• alternative sludge
• apocalyptic
• doom metal
• funeral doom
• indie
• indie doom
• indie metal
• sludge
• Invercargill