White shadows are seen at night
In your deepest knowing, vicious self aware
Humming thoughts from a common sight
Summon a memory holding swamp lair
I straighten and stagger along the aisle
Fumbling quietly to avoid the Watcher's call
It's pitch black, all silence sounds vile
Until the morningrise reaches my wall
Now I see her, following the river
She sits on a rock, rose quartz
Dresses in humble mild silver
Gleaming the light that once was scarce
Deny the humbug of your umbra
Her touch is so real, so real
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