There was light upon a strait white hole
Where rain fell before the gathering of the clouds
Flaming drops from a crimson shade sky
They froze me, I don't know why
You fainted into my own bloodstream
One by one, each vein became tighter
Like the stale moss from an old forest
Vanishing from a thin root to dust
I know nothing but I felt it all
Cold and shapeless but still as one
"Watcher, leave this Child alone
Carry me, wait until she has grown"
In my mind, I heard her only words
"Be kind and mourn without fright
But do not spare them from your inner burst
If your will is right"
Throwing mathcore, emo, and ambient into the mix, Estonia's Kaschalot push progressive rock's multitasking approach to its limits. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2021