Flora of Evil

Down there Hear the marshes whispering Embraced by crooked branches Out of reach of light Down there The mist is ever present Overwhelms with nasty flavors Every breath of mine May the silence be trampled With curses I spit As I’m loosing my patience To give up on my spirit As I’m sinking deep down Below the surface of anything real To become into one With the flora of evil (Mrtva Vod) 🎬 YouTube Video