...and I'm standing in a crowd of jubilant fools,
filled with fierce hatred, boundless sadness and loneliness…
I watch you burn in the hellish flames of merciless fire, the fire of betrayal, lies and cowardice. Through this thick acrid smoke, I see your furious face, my dear…
Your purple ashes rise into the sky to fall like a poisonous rain on the heads of the guilty, to give black moisture to the dead forest, to give life to our poisonous children in hats and with pale faces - toadstools.
And we will definitely meet after! I hear a whisper that there is far away in the forest thicket under the old withered foliage.
Oh, yes, they have pale hats, they whisper terrible spells and call me…
And I go to their charming call in the purple forest.
supported by 7 fans who also own “Поганки (Toadstools)”
A lot going on here but after repeat listens, it all makes sense. Catchy melodies and grooves are intertwined w/ scathing vocals. Creepy artwork too! Sean TPLTR
supported by 5 fans who also own “Поганки (Toadstools)”
what can I say? This one is an absolute banger and really hit my sweet spots.
Thanks to Ricky for the recommendation.
Hope there'll be more where this comes from.
I'll make sure my neighbors will love it as much as I do. thyrador