With your face in frame, and hearts that belong
Forgive the metaphors of this song
For what's at stake, the last to inform
With kind regards to the first to be born
Forget your ways
forget your harm
fall into finer days
in haunts to be lost
Forget your ways (hey)
forget your harm
we're crawling out in the fray
for hearts that belong
your placid ways
the sanctity of ours
forfeit the accolades for this song
those stones we've laid and hurled to the earth
they bare no names that call to be heard
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