I don’t know where I’m going, all I have is my breath,
So I’ll walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
Bound tight like a bud, curled up in a ball,
What is broken in spirit, can be mended with gold.
All is calm,
All is bright.
Bow your head like a flower, turn away from the West,
Hear the drum that is beating, inside of your chest.
Heavy heart, heavy limbs,
Sunk in front of an altar, darkness visible.
All is calm,
All is bright.
Ten gorgeous compositions from Iceland’s Gísli Gunnarsson that ride the line between ambient & modern classical. Breathtaking. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 25, 2023