Fur, Rye - Port Noir

The song from the river

The sound when you left with horns

Untouched, unbound, unloved

Breaking the silence — too late for you

I’m not the one — I’m lost

My divine sun — be gone — 'cause I hear

The song from the river

I’m bound by the velvet thorns

Like wealth from a drone’s warming strokes

We fled through an open storm

Hold on to that day

Every shade

Defiant and blackened in silence

You bleed every light out

We strayed from life in an instant

From life’s mold

Now I’m lost by the winter

I’m thrown from the hightest blow

I’m loved, still bound by the violence warmth

I’m the island — the sin that pushed you away

And the wind and the darkness

I’d like to run

But I’m drowned in the river

I’m bound by the velvet thorns

We fled through an open storm

Hold on to that day

Every shade

Defiant and blackened in silence

You bleed every light out

We strayed from life in an instant

Through I’ll feed on my soul through the winter

Far from this life to learn