“And he
Who will my true love be,
Come after me and mow.”
Wailed the wretched pale mistress -
No longer a strange visage, her true form and shape now known
The man, now a grin in the dark - Tis now his only frown before her!
A frozen eunuch he’d become, between the oaks, and the pale grass...
Where riches came once to burn at the altar, now he kneels!
The man, now a grin in the dark - Tis now his only frown before her!
There the moon shined bright like the pearls in his hands, pearls now turned to sand
Would he be lover? Would he grab the scythe?
How would he toil the tool of the kingdom under, the tool of the land?
Would he rather cross the rivers, to the sea?
Or coming last in the procession, would he see shadows of themselves?
The man, now a grin in the dark - Tis now his only frown before her!
Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance