Safe in your arms all drenched in the glow of your spells which you cast. Will you wait with me until the night creeps in. My dark friend we'll dance in the moonlight and sing your hymns. The notes float like a thousand ghosts. Let's spill the blood from this cloven host. Our five pointed stars will keep us from harm. The mountains sing of those old pagan souls that are dust.
The town they want to burn her flesh. They scream out loud "our crops are dead." Satan is alive and well. They scream, and yell. To the forest they march with torch in hand, "burn that witch we want her head."
We must take flight before the golden turns to black. We pack our things. Get ready to leave. When the door flies open I try to fight them. They found you and bound you as my hopes die!
I awoke to the sound. Look to the tree line to see a smoke cloud. I run through the forest. Tears well in my eyes. And in the clearing I found your bones all blackened and scarred. I failed you. Now I'm lost too.
The winter is in my heart.
supported by 8 fans who also own “Accounts from the Black Forest”
The real Speed of Sound in Seawater is fast... relatively. This album is the same in that it goes by too fast and you are already putting it on repeat again. :p jason hankins
supported by 7 fans who also own “Accounts from the Black Forest”
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022