1. |
The Mountain
02:59
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The river froze days ago
Late your eyes found sleep
Dreams of snow covered ground
Where old graves run deep
And you’re lost to the cold
To the wolves in the fold
And I am haunted by the ghosts
Of the old mountains crowned
A fire clears a patch of snow
Flowers withered show
Cover me with those words
That you will not let go
I think of home, a fire warm
That good place, where I’m spoken for
Dim and cold, shadows long
Where the winds carve the stones
Seawinds blow at the edge of a wood
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2. |
Sea Haar Bound
05:37
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You, you wander the sands of the sea
You’re nought but a ghost in the breeze
A shivering leaf under rain-wrought skies
Your sadness has darkened the sun
Your shell is becoming undone
Your soul spilling into the water
Lay down, all days are done
Fog will find its way to your door
Sea haar bound, a sunless shore
Deep and cold, dark oceans roar
Trust not the ones who are dead
They’re just the ghosts in your head
They can not feel how the wind blows cold
Cold as the stone in your hand
Dim as the coast of this land
Grey as the clouded horizons
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3. |
Heart of Wood
03:11
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So I lost room for doubt
What is gone, I’m left without
Once a soul, once in place
Winding roads, a past erased
Wait by the gates, the toll of the bell
I am the lost and found
Guess who’s coming home
Beast or the bird, teeth or bone
Gnawing inside your heart of wood
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4. |
Orchards and Barrows
05:16
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I tread the fields, the grass and vine
Behind my eyes, a maze of endless pines
The breath of a thousand pines
And as a bird will spread its feathers
My chest will heave, in stormy weathers
In the light of the fire I see
There is something lost at sea
There’s a prayer still haunting me
By the river’s end
In the light of the fire I seek
For a thing that should not be
In the shadows haunting me
By the mountain’s end
And so descend
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The Mooring
04:02
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From the coast got ferried out
In my heart was a room for doubt
I heard they once had room for ten
Now the lighthouse’s dark again
As I pass they bolt their doors
Strangers need not bother no
A tolling bell, how it fills the air
My racing heart and a nameless fear
This is where all memories fade
I fear this is where my ghost will stay
Bleak the bones fill up the shore
No one’s coming home, no more
Preachers gather on Pine and Main
Raise their hands in the falling rain
A storm gathers out on the sea
Takes the breath right out of me
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Lanterns/Allhelgona
02:52
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Once we met
Below these pines
A cold sun set
Behind the frozen vines
Clear the gates
The dead are passing through
The year is late
The snow by fire blue
Once saw your grave
A stone by the mire
I trust myself not to call out for you
We stare at the ground
Awaiting the sound
The toll of the bell ringing out anew
A hardworn trail
Where crows sing out of tune
We clear the gates
The dead are passing through
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Estersmark
00:56
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8. |
Dusk
03:42
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Spark the lights
The fog is rolling in
Out of sight
A long night closing in
Dead trees rise in black rows
I enter the dark
Dead crows eat the dead crows
Shadows enter your heart
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9. |
Myling
06:42
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It was unwanted here
A mother’s shame
And where the pines leaned down
A shallow grave
The rain made no sound by the coil of the trees
The worms in the ground seemed to beckon at me
And out of the soil rose a voice filled with pain
I’ve never felt love, would you give me a name
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Woods End Umeå, Sweden
Drawing inspiration from the landscapes of the Swedish north, Woods End brings stories from where the daylight fades, and the long nights begin. Where the woods meet the shores and the winter tells tales uncovered in the snow. The music of Woods End is the embodiment of the beautiful northern melancholy; pale and distant, but at home and heartfelt. ... more
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