I want to take you to a murky dell
Where coldish air is full of soil smell
Where forest spirits whisper in the shades
This is nature in a virgin state
When woods will drown in a viscous mist
We'll fall asleep among the feral beasts
We need no fire to keep warm at night
All of the creatures are connected tight
We came into a place, which is forbidden
This is a sacred land of Eden
We're reaching for forbidden fruit to become clean
We want to repercieve the sin
This place will show you, how to live without regrets
For God we're nothing more than pets
We're claimed as sinners, but we never feel ashamed
Our faith (just) need to be reclaimed
We're used to live inside the wolfish lairs
Where roots are twining like the matted hairs
The darkness does begin to scowl
When pack of wolves lets out a howl
We gain more charity when life goes rough
But morning star reminds us from above
That heavens left its children in the lurch
So praise the nature as the only church
Slowly backtracking and collecting the backcatalog of Boy Harsher here... As always rife with beautiful sounding detuned retro synth goodness and beautiful and melancholic vocal melodies.
In a couple week gonna get another chance to see you guys live in Riga again! Cheers comaunite
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021