Your voice, that which
Some form of pitch
Comes forth just to give us a home
For years, we'll stay
To try and make it every day
To find something ought to be cut
We fall out and break away
A fever dream of something great
We raze all, build again
A reason here, to take the pain
Some try, some burn
Some find return
Some break, some fumble in the dark
Forget, refrain
From that which you can not explain
Truth lay in the hands of resolve
When surrender's holding me
And defenses fall from our heart
Where we've all been right from the start
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021
An epic dark rock record that will make fans of Sisters of Mercy swoon—massive chords and choruses, plus gothic grandeur. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2020