OUR HOLLOW, OUR HOME - Grave Warden (OFFICIAL VISUALIZER)

#OurHollowOurHome #GraveWarden #Hope&Hell #ArisingEmpire OUR HOLLOW, OUR HOME’s brand new album HOPE & HELL, out now! Stream, download: https://arisingempire.com/hopeandhell SUBSCRIBE to our channel and hit the notification 🔔 to not miss new music: https://arisingempire.lnk.to/YTsub FOLLOW ARISING EMPIRE and keep yourself up to date about your favourite music: Spotify Official Playlists - https://arisingempire.lnk.to/spotify Newsletter - https://arisingempire.lnk.to/newsletter Instagram - https://arisingempire.lnk.to/instagram Facebook - https://arisingempire.lnk.to/facebook Twitter - https://arisingempire.lnk.to/twitter Website - http://www.arising-empire.com FOLLOW @OurHollowOurHome : Instagram -   / ourhollowourhomeuk   TikTok -   / ourhollowourhome   Facebook -   / ourhollowourhome   Twitter -   / ohohofficialuk   Website - https://hollowsupply.co/ Produced & mixed by: Sky van Hoff Lyrics: I’ve been waiting... I’ve been waiting so long, To walk the path I’ve feared to tread. Now it’s time to hold communion, You dance around the lights I feel your movements, Shadows or peripheral illusions, There’s still so much I need to say... I buried you so long ago, But I'm still here, trapped in my own revery. I often return to reflect on, The darkness I can't fully perceive. Light is not welcome here, don't illuminate my fears. I am welcome if you're shown due reverence, I will not disturb your rest. Just another ghost to the agony, I couldn’t find myself so I’m damned to live in eternity. Perception phased in flux, Is reality falling away from me now? Often wonder, if I’m destined to ever reach my recovery. Cause right now I’m nothing more than a voice for the dead, So hear me out... I am a weaver of death, Wrapping my former self within a shawl of oblivion. I guard your grave with care, blessed with a curse, A burden I’m bound to bare. You lost your way back then, You had to die so that I could live again... May you never rise again, you won't destroy what I have built. Rise again, you are the catalyst of grief & guilt. Just another ghost to the agony, I couldn’t find myself so I’m damned to live in eternity. Perception phased in flux, Is reality falling away from me now? Often wonder, if I’m destined to ever reach my recovery. Cause right now I’m nothing more than a voice for the dead... Burn, burn for me, Light the pyres that may finally set me free... I guard your grave with care, blessed with a curse, A burden I must bare.