What was lost, never found
Hide away I would call
One night of solace feeds you whole
One night of peace a silenced soul
Time is false, but I count and I hope to find
The soundless fate I have already sung, I wade…
In the sea, endlessly
I resign to wind the “Why”s and weave them til they’ve formed
A sacred sieve to sift and hold
Time is false, but I count and I hope to find
The weightless fate I have already weighed, I wait
You have always wandered to wallow
In the brackish brine of yesterday’s sorrow
All those years of fear, the hardened heart hollowed
Can fill again or tumble in
Occasionally you come across an album that really resonates with you and this is definitely one for me. Every song on here is full of such ethereal melancholy and beauty. Fast becoming a favourite of mine. Fin Doktor
Proceeds from this excellent new darkambient/neofolk comp from LEFT/FOLK goes to benefit American Near East Refugee Aid. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024