Don’t be afraid, when the darkness starts to fall,
These hours are my cover and I your comforter.
Don’t be afraid, when you find yourself alone,
If fear stalks the lonely, then fear not.
In the glowing flame of a roaring fire,
To the dreams where you toss and turn at night.
In the gliding light underneath the door,
In the eyes and knots of the wooden floor.
As the silver curtain starts to move,
In the dark that surrounds the waning moon,
In the moments when you feel despair,
It’s okay, don’t be frightened, because I’ll be there.
Don’t be afraid, I am there.
In the dark embrace of a crooked wood
And it’s writhing insects under foot.
In the smell of the soil, the petrichor,
In the neon felt of the forest floor.
When the roots conspire to make a stair,
When the slope is steep and treacherous
And the path well trodden is swept away,
Keep on, keep going, because I’ll be there.
Don’t be afraid, I am there.
In the spots of light when you close your eyes,
When the blackened sky is torn apart
And the rolling thunder starts to grow,
As the dogs they cower, their whimpers low.
In the wind as it whistles through the leaves,
A symphony that sounds in a minor key.
In the corner where the dust collects,
I am there, I am watching, I’m everywhere.
Ten gorgeous compositions from Iceland’s Gísli Gunnarsson that ride the line between ambient & modern classical. Breathtaking. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 25, 2023