The moist dusk is beyond the invisible verges.
You face your own soul to a vortex of dreams,
You enter the dare-devilry hall – longing to merge,
Your returns and departures like an endless stream.
Lethargy’s fog took your mind by deception,
Depriving the will to solve on your own.
For bygone escapes you’re out of perception,
You open your eyes, being dead long ago.
You’ve been passing away, but failed to perish,
Looking for your own good, but failed to find!
Knocking on the shut door being not banished,
Whispering wearily, appealing: "Don’t bind!"
The frozen time will deprive any meaning
Of each soul incarnation you had to spend.
Dénouement is known – no sense for kneeling,
In spite of rebirth, you’ll find the life’s end.
Even in its prettiest, most celestial moments, the South Dakota trio's sound feels dark and dense and deeply rooted. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 24, 2021