Save me, save me, save me from this unwelcome state
From this spine shivering that wakes the nerve of blind
Free me, free me, free me from the passion spell
The charm that she sent to me, but still by no intent
Wake me, wake me up however deep and wonderful
The sleep may be that weaves me in, beyond the sense of mind
Help me, forget, or help me reach and help her too
She cannot ever know how deep my sights would go
I wonder, I wonder about her thoughts
But I guess noone will ever know
As long the spells weave on and on and on...
Save me, save me, save me from her terrible curse
From this spine shivering that wakes me up at night
She's not aware at all, but still her power goes on
Her eyes, her face, her everything of being is there, but not for me
I wonder, I wonder about her thoughts
But I guess noone will ever know
As long the spells weave on and on and on...
credits
from Yriam Dwark II,
released July 22, 2011
Fredrik Andersson
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022