Wisp from Nine Steps by Wightfall

Never been so hard to know
To hold the arch on high and fit the keystone
Never been so hard to know
To hold the figures still through fire and brimstone
A mourning song (Lullaby, sweet one)
For all that lay beyond (Let the days and pains roll past)
The highest gate without a key (Pure of form, pure of mind)
A psalm for all uncertainty (Break above the caste of time)
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[Unintelligible]
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Empty heart in empty head made
Stepping sure through hazy hell
Burned-out branches and briars prey
Simple subjects like iron break
Buried now I rest in trance
Will-o’-the-wisp, guard my grave
Spectre I once thought I knew
Figure I’ll ever pursue
Sleep sound in sweet embrace

• Experimental
• atmosphere
• experimental electronic
• indie
• post-rock
• Atlanta