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Mysterious Spells

from The Comfort of Loss & Dust by Cold in Berlin

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There's time now were one on one
There is power in the regret of your tongue
I can breathe it in if you can breathe it out
I can swallow a whisper I can swallow a shout
I prefer the glass half empty
I prefer the girl when she's alone
Casting mysterious spells
Raising exotic hell
You can twist from me such exotic rot
I was not what you wanted I was what you got
The most powerful woman I've seen is crawling inside what's left of me
Through those mysterious spells
Raising exotic hell
She has woken naked on rooftop
Calling madness frantic towards the sky
She has walked in the likelihood of shame
Her future stumbles blindly by
All for those mysterious spells
She's raising exotic hell
There will be a moment that splits everything
A pause that shifts direction
When you ease between two versions of yourself
As all futures spread before you
Treading on and trampling on all your past
There will be a breath in which all songs stall and bring you back to this moment
When suns and stars and moons collide inside your chest
Your lungs will fill with the light of might
And there will be days that tear you apart with the strength of their loss
And nights etched with misguided attempts to end misunderstood lustful endings
While London sits mute and painful beneath the red August sun
And there will be dreams that cast mysterious spells on to your waking hours
And creatures that twist from your belly and crawl nightmarish between the cracks in your day time dreams
And there will be lovers oh there will be lovers to dance with and scream with in grateful exhalation
Those isolated prayers against loneliness
But aging will sweep from you great moments you never knew
And loss will carve your heart
Calcifying into weird and unknowable shapes
And rainbows will chase you into shadows behind old photographs
To prove that anything can come from nothing
And beasts will wait silently behind the locked doors of if
And in that moment all will be lost
And your forgotten self will creep behind you low and beastly
For Persephone stalks your thoughts into sweet regret
And breathing secret never on to every decision to come
And as the song ends so you are done for
For it is true we do not believe what we please
For all is mysterious spells and exotic hell
Oh those mysterious spells
Raising exotic hell
I prefer the glass half empty
I prefer the girl when she's alone
Oh those mysterious spells
Raising exotic hell
I prefer the glass half empty
I prefer the girl when she's alone
I prefer the taste of mysterious spells
Raising exotic hell
Oh those mysterious spells

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from The Comfort of Loss & Dust, released April 5, 2015

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Cold in Berlin London, UK

Female Fronted DooM Goths of London

New EP THE BODY IS THE WOUND out now on New Heavy Sounds

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'A mesmerising set of doomy, goth-infused tracks' Metal Hammer.
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