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Tasseomancy
05:47
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How many times have I failed to read red signs that marked the path I chose? Still, I don’t need protection from you or anybody I’ll face fate on my terms. Even if my struggles appeared to be me digging my own grave of misery – your help would only be the shuffle to bury me. But I’m used to run against shut doors. This is not a declaration of defeat. Glory might not wait for me as I plunged into the wild open sea. Where only the blackest waters are threatening to swallow me. When I close my eyes all the world drops dead: No gods, no masters, only the voices in my head. In front of me is a tiny glimpse of hope. I reach out both hands and hold to it. Hold on until the danger is gone. Hold on with every aching bone. Hold on and carry on.
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Horror Vacui
03:32
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These tears are not a sign of weakness, not a match for bottled-up guilt. But traces of rage left from never accepting to keep my feelings in a cage. I was born with a heavy weight on my shoulders that’s been dragging me down. I may have bitten dirt in the past but now I dug both heels into the ground. I tend stutter when my swollen tongue is choking on words no one asked to hear. My minds starts to blur in times of beating and tumbling but my vision remains clear. (Therefore) I won’t die right here, right now. I’m not the victim to your crimes. We are both lost children of the night scarred by battles we never wanted to fight. Some memories have a deadly grip, I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from aiming high and falling low. I cast spells on all my lovers. All we built went up in smoke and all that’s left is ashes. The heart was left with wounds that run as deep as the oceans. Surrounded by creatures, I hear their horrible claws sharpening. I still hope to make peace with the demons I summoned. In the distance roar the ghostly howls of wonders long forgotten. No longer will I fear the abyss that awaits me. My hands won’t hold the remains of youth, behind me. In my ivory tower I buried its casket. For reasons of nostalgia in episodes of melancholia.
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Parallax / Knives
05:13
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Lower your guards. These shields won’t protect you anymore. We’ve once been told we were meant for rising higher and beyond hori- zons. Progressive cultures, still digging for gold, while blood has been shed and soil was sold. But my third eye has seen it all. Be- fore night comes this wall will fall. Together, we rose our emp- ty cups to later nd there was nothing in it for most of us. They say it was the battle of the sexes in the age of brass excess. One was doomed, the other blessed. We were lured in by controlled excesses, and in the end it’s all degrees and there’s nothing left to confess. On their knees, our ancestors bled and along rolled the old kings head. But there were still bills to be paid, mouths to be fed. Time won’t stop – even if you begged. This grey jungle will swallow you up. It swallows you up and spits you out again. Now, you’re lying naked in a place where all the graves have your name. As men fight for pride, women fight for their lives. It’s a two bladed sword that ends us both. Only black Soge rises from the place where once lovers embraced. Weeping earth is coated in a dark mist and all the stars burn out but were never missed.
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Ergot
04:48
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I’m having visions of being haunted. Feels like spiders are crawl- ing under my skin. These visions are haunting me. Pain like pins sinking in. And it’s cold, so cold underground where I hide until the moon comes out. A heart once of gold, has now gone dark. The hands I used to hold, now done me harm. When they tied me to the stakes, you lit the first spark. But I have re-emerged from the flames that burnt my esh. I shed my skin in front of their eyes and left it as a sacrifice. I have re-emerged from the flames so high, they burnt my flesh. But I shed my skin and for their demise, I left it as a sacrifice. All my sisters hear my call to form a circle in the dark. Speak these words after me so never again should we be harmed. Never should we be harmed again.
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