A special thanks to follower and Metal enthusiast, Jarak from New Zealand, for this awesome album. I devote this Metal Monday to all who delve deep and wander far in the pursuit of crushing riffs, acoustic onslaughts, and machine gun drums.
My Hands Were Made To Hold The Wind
This soul is amorphous
glowing through nature in strange patterns
desperate follower, I wandered untraceably far from home
Lured by its trail – flashes of gold
lured to the mountain & lulled to sleep
This was the one day no child should have slept
the caravan had come
to take those marked at birth for sacrifice in the River of Muninn
I was among the marked – the ring of youth – appointed to be drowned at dawn – on the chosen day – but I slept through the conjuring – slept through the drums & horns – I would have been a guardian – Watching the grace of wisdom – blossom through the ages – instead I watched the stones & torches – of the village banish me – Self disintegrated – Passion untarnished – There must be another way – The entity I was chasing – The vicar of my failure – expands upon my grief a notion – glory in the wake of abandonment – the river is still mine to take – the soul is still mine to guard – immortal passion in fast aging skin – my hands were made to hold the wind
THE MAD BARRON
"It takes a certain kind of madness to trek alone into the wilds however I find it far safer and less stressful compared to the trappings of cities and men."
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