Cerberus

THE SILENCE OF MY COMMON FIENDS SEEKS REVERENCE BY EVERY MEANS CURSED, WORN, SHALLOW, TORN AND THE OLD BRUSH BURNS BRIGHT BACKWARDS, THE AGE-OLD SEA FORWARDS, THE BECKONING WILES FORGOTTEN TO THE REST OF ME IN AREAS OF LIGHTS AND DARKS THE GREYNESS OF OUR COMMON ARTS WHAT IT TAKES HESITATES AND THE OLD BRUSH BURNS BRIGHT BACKWARDS, THE AGE-OLD SEA FORWARDS, THE BECKONING MILES FORGOTTEN TO WHAT'S LEFT OF ME