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Yellow leaves, follow me.
Colored trees, changing scenes.
Upon the ridge of the sky, let light illuminate life.
Glowing flowers, radiant sight.
Follow closely and find, this forest breathing with life.
This perfect wilderness, higher I climb.
Glisten in the sunlight, bask in colors, divine.
Follow me down this path that unwinds.
Dry leaves sway and unhinge, the woodland washed in a tinge.
Come undone, with spirited grins.
Yellow leaves, follow me.
Colored trees, changing scenes.
Saturate, lavish days.
Gathered breeze, fiction dreams.
Yellow leaves, follow me.
Colored trees, changing scenes.
Wait and see, distance between.
Autumn leaves, me at peace.
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Blood-red sunset, shine through the leaves.
Feel your warmth, fade in the evening.
Peer right through, this early Autumn.
Nothing will fade. As time will wait.
Come to me, on this vibrant night.
Trees, they sway, as the leaves glow bright.
Sun set, through the flaming haze.
The light, shines so bright, ablaze.
Recollections, of a prior life.
Come to me, taking us to new heights.
Gazing, at this distant wonder.
Falling, into the forest’s slumber.
A veil of florescent sky.
Tinted, so bright and alive.
Clouds washed abroad, with sunlight.
Eluding nocturne’s traces.
Ripples in rivers, patterns hide.
Wind blows, and colors define.
Footsteps lead trails to Autumn’s gaze.
This season veiled in changes.
Blood-red sunset, shine through the leaves.
Feel your warmth, fade in the evening.
Silence awaits.
This placid Autumn.
Shaded seedlings.
Become my veil.
Promptly, the timber calls my name.
Eternal offering to stay.
The wild wind, within a bluster.
On occasion, calmness will remember.
Stained by the light.
Warmth will invite.
Your embrace awaits.
At least, today.
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Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
October, my death.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
Bring me, silence.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
October, my death.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
Crisp-aired, forest.
Skies are orange and white.
This pale light, fades in so bright.
A river of clouds in the night.
The color of death is now mine.
Blind all ambitions, and stay.
Silence echos, through this distant place.
A harbor of ghosts, speaks their lonely chant.
Cast to the distance, sorrow guides my path.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
October, my death.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
Bring me, silence.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
October, my death.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
Crisp-aired, forest.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
October, my death.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
Bring me, silence.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
October, my death.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh.
Astray, in this forest.
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[Instrumental]
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Snowfall (Demo)
03:51
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[Instrumental]
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In the forest of the night.
I hear their cries, echo to me.
The falling leaves, the end of time.
The lifeless, whisper softly.
Gaze at the cold October sky.
That’s where my dreams are calling.
Watering gardens of life.
Alone, within this dying forest.
Darken this world, hurl death.
Sent from the ghosts, this preternatural dread.
All life succumbs, to this mercy.
Beckoned to you, but I am lost in the grey.
Betrayal, surging in my thoughts.
Calling to you, I am eternally lost.
Instill a warm place, in my dreams.
Alone, awaiting your vanished grace.
October’s sorrow, where I aim.
Search for the sun, who never calls my name.
Pray for the day, that’s washed away.
Hallowed from time, I say my final goodbye.
In the forest of the night.
I hear their cries, echo to me.
The falling leaves, the end of time.
The lifeless, whisper softly.
Gaze at the cold October sky.
That’s where my dreams are calling.
Watering gardens of life.
Alone, within this dying forest.
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November calling, the sun’s warmth dwindles.
New season falling, let this one fade out.
Collecting pieces, of heart’s imposters.
Transparent rivers, the coldest water.
Confide in the one, who leaves you behind.
Walk through my mind, as nothing entwines.
Behold to me, in this vivid nightmare.
One dying thought left, of you to offer.
Echoes from, the dearly departed.
Haunt the sounds in the air.
Follow me, through this forest uncharted.
This woodland covers all scars.
Planting seeds of, deceit in the lost day.
Listening to darkness chime.
Shadowgazing, these hallowed pathways.
Leaves fall deceased, in their prime.
November falling, and nothing glimmers.
Seasons calling, these frozen wishes.
Collecting pieces, of lost ambitions.
Frosted rivers, the Winter has risen.
Frigid air paints, my frozen breath white.
Forgotten chapels, where lost souls lose sight.
Coiled into, the bursting black sky.
Spirits march, in this parade on Doomsday.
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Guided, by the light of the candle.
Twisted, and led through the day.
Awaken, this reveries rapture.
Foreboding, elements have stayed.
Wound vines, wrap patterns around stone.
Lost eyes, peer into what is not shown.
Matters, of the dark, draw me closer.
As this place, lingers on my heart.
Snow falls, in the northern wasteland.
White shroud, expanding, god damn.
Nothing, fades this pale illusion,
Of time, never meant to come.
Wait for you, in abandoned hours.
Alone, extinction beloved.
Guided, by the light of the candle.
Twisted, and led through the day.
Awaken, this reveries rapture.
Foreboding, elements have stayed.
Dusk glistens, upon the water.
Dead flowers bloom, in gardens of nocturne.
Nothing, will come from this journey.
Alone, as you have betrayed me.
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Shadowrise (Demo)
08:28
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Wait and wallow away.
Coil around, stay.
Bloodshed in the forest.
Echoes a new day.
Spiral into the leaves.
Slowly color the trees.
Shadows rise, from the curtain of dreams.
Rotting, withered remains.
Flowers grown from graves.
Dead petals in the grass, forever.
Dead poems reside, within your letters.
Frozen air, blindly fill December.
Poetry, fasering ambitions.
The curtain falls, obscurity my prison.
Wallow once again, through a forest of sin.
A thousand bloodshed nights crawl, down to your death.
Share with me this dream, empty as it seems.
Hide behind a dim flame, flickering away.
Creeping black clouds, linger as they shroud.
Peer into the distance, as they dot the horizon.
Shrieking pale skies, from the land with no light.
Hide away from the sunshine, with the drapery’s blinds.
Hide behind the light of a fading flame.
Flickering, as I dissolve away.
Pursue this lonely, winding path.
Nowhere, my destination lasts.
Halt for the day, who’s veil is snow.
Misplaced in haze, of vanished gold.
Wait and wallow away.
Coil around, stay.
Bloodshed in the forest.
Echoes a new day.
Spiral into the leaves.
Slowly color the trees.
Shadows rise, from the curtain of dreams.
Wallow one last time, overshadow the shine.
Lurking within the forest, shadows take and entwine.
The curtain now falls, leaving dimness for all.
Soon, the color of darkness, radiates and appalls.
This story comes to an end, finish and then descend.
Say farewell forever, and we’ll see you again.
Say farewell forever, and we’ll see you again.
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I filled a vial of tears for you.
My heart, grieves in longing.
The Winter rid, colors of bloom.
By day, the sun disguise you.
Before we part, you’ll hear my cries.
Bleed darkness, into my eyes.
Cold air will creep upon my skin.
Altered, to fading memories.
Cold cities live within my dreams.
These places, only I’ve seen.
Silent streets spiral, and then fade.
Echoed voices, lose their lost way.
In the periphery of vision,
Lurking shadows, darken and hidden.
Leeching sorrow, blacker than nightfall.
Winter’s tundra, engulfed by ice walls.
Wild colors, glisten in the darkness.
Vibrant journeys, yet, I am sightless.
Dark clouds, wrap around the forest.
Through the trees, they wait here to perish.
One by one, yearning for August.
Wildwood, consumed by the harvest.
Snow falls, and Winter is achieving.
Nocturnal, nightfall is leeching.
Ice forms, blankly on the water.
Looming shadows, linger forever.
Hallowed hallways, lost in December.
Shades of twilight, passed through November.
As the forest falls to it’s slumber.
Through the murky pathways of wonder.
Cold stones, wrapped under ivy.
Pray for the brightness to find me.
Cold cities live within my dreams.
These places, only I’ve seen.
In the periphery of vision,
Lurking shadows, darken and hidden.
Bleed dry, again, this withered heart.
Flames burst, but soon will de-part.
Porcelain shatters beneath this skin.
Decorate with wrapping ivy.
Wild colors, glisten in the darkness.
Vibrant journeys, yet, I am sightless.
Dark clouds, wrap around the forest.
Through the trees, they wait here to perish.
One by one, yearning for August.
Wildwood, consumed by the harvest.
Snow falls, and Winter is achieving.
Nocturnal, nightfall is leeching.
Fantasy, leaps through the shadows.
Find me, furled and tattered.
Uno the sunlight, I ponder.
This perception, of lost colors.
Sigh deep, ambitions departing.
Stray buried, downward I’m marching.
Even, if only misgiven.
Hidden eyes, cease.
My parting note, is left unread.
Grasping for sight, sorrow begs.
Silence, in longing words are wept.
Unfurl the blinding vagueness.
Coil, beneath the wicked trees.
Cry for tomorrow’a voices.
Devoid, is what the present gives.
Painted white, the colors grieving.
Chilled air, lurks throughout the night.
Shadows slither, ‘neath the moonlight.
The day will rise again, yet fall.
Dark sunrise mourns our lost call.
Conscious inside, immortal eclipse.
Archway of constant conflict.
The melancholy surge of dawn.
I now, become the forest.
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A Passing Glance (Demo)
07:33
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[Instrumental]
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The final light, fades from this place.
As I watch the days, slip away.
Witness this, crumbling sight.
Nothing compares, to rising night.
Photos of days, haunt this scene.
And now, the trees bare no leaves.
Cold distance, mocks a warmer place.
Losing the dreams, I’ve never chased.
Silent poems escape from your lips.
Hear the sound of winds fading amidst.
Echoes from departed souls.
See the light of day, growing dull.
Broken lands, whisper my name.
Silent paths, spiral then fade.
Wander the first of lost dreams.
Dead flowers bloom, as they scream.
Follow this lonely, moonlit path.
Snow falls down, as life retracts.
Curtains, draping this resting place.
Nothing, will ever be the same.
Dimness, is looming desperately.
Moonbeams, are lost is the dismay.
Enshroud, the light that once conveyed.
The last light, of this dying day.
The final light, fades from this place.
As I watch the days, slip away.
Witness this, crumbling sight.
Nothing compares, to rising night.
Photos of days, haunt this scene.
And now, the trees bare no leaves.
Cold distance, mocks a warmer place.
Losing the dreams, I’ve never chased.
Strangers will share a distant glance.
Unaware, that they had ever passed.
Stroll through the forest’s lonesome road.
Speculation, ponders all I know.
Outcast, erased, branded with grief.
Placid and silent, omitted dreams.
Stifling quell, sun drips away.
I pledge myself, to this dying day.
Nothingness, seeps from these wastes.
Dim eyes, lost without a trace.
Come close, as spirits await.
Tangled in roots, as they awake.
Enough of this, lead me away.
Soil protrudes, and makes me stay.
Discussed, preparations are made.
For final light, of this dying day.
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Slumdweller Salt Lake City, Utah
Slumdweller is Stoner Metal and Acoustic from Salt Lake City. Slumdweller is:
Ryan Blackbourn - Songwriter, Vocals,
Bass Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards
Isa Moreno - Rhythm Guitar
Aiden Moreno - Lead Guitar
Ethan Wahlstrom - Drums
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