settlers from hello death by Hello Death

SETTLERS : Killing all the sons put 'em in the forest bet you'll never guess which part. Taking seven tongues string 'em on a wire bet you'll never guess where hung. Loose eleven laces worn on lethal paces bet you'll never guess where from. Ten mighty arms waving from a river ten fish that once were swans. As you travel through the shadows that the sons cast are those twigs that crack or bones? On a rolling hill golden in the sunlight rolling under lolling crowns. From that golden hill holy in the morning you can see them rolling down. Killing all the sons put 'em in the forest, bet you'll never guess which part.

• Folk rock
• Rock
• chamber folk
• experimental folk
• indie folk
• Milwaukee