"A voice echoing from the bottom of a well. A call from a chamber, from within oneself, to summon the strength to climb out of the darkness, when it seems impossible. To call upon things often deemed frightening and to change your perception of said demons in order to survive. To build a ladder of light to aid your own escape."
lyrics
I am down here, in my chapel,
Where I’m safe from the evils of the world.
I’m forgiven but forgotten,
So am I just at the bottom of a well?
Through the window, where the rain flows
In a black hole and it’s pouring down on me.
Can it clean me, will it redeem me?
With the tears that are spilling out,
From the eyes of God.
When I’m desperate, when I’m empty,
I can climb out, if I dig my fingers in.
To the earths vaults, in the clay bricks,
To that circle that is hovering above.
When the night falls and my eyes fail,
I will build a ladder, that’s purely made of light.
With a silk rope round my shoulders,
That is spun by, the spiders in the walls.
Those kind beasts, that are banished,
Are all demons just misunderstood?
Yes they’re strange things, these small beings
but they’re quiet and they help me kill the flies.
Help me kill the flies.
Follow the rats, follow the rats, follow the rats.
Ten gorgeous compositions from Iceland’s Gísli Gunnarsson that ride the line between ambient & modern classical. Breathtaking. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 25, 2023