Cities were like smart miracles that I used to love,
A perfume that banished the pain, like in a woman's bed.
Oh, like in her long writings, I've enjoyed getting lost,
But now all my names have been forgotten, the fools are here to deface.
Oh, where’s the path? Right through the fear?
How can we inspire concealed?
Oh, like in our old misgivings,
(I) don’t want to go astray.
Oh, where's the path? Right through the fear?
yeah, how can we strike underhand?
Oh, like in our old misgivings,
I don’t want to get lost.
The ancient buildings are falling, this map is refreshing,
We have been told not to believe, we have been told to feel.
The greed, the pain, the loss, of a merciless crusade,
But now, all the roads have been forgotten, the fools are here for me.
Oh, where’s the path? Right through the fear?
How can we inspire concealed?
Oh, like in our old misgivings,
(I) don’t want to go astray.
Oh, where's the path? Right through the fear?
yeah, how can we strike underhand?
Oh, like in our old misgivings, I
I don’t want to get lost.
In the name of identity, violence and the need to belong.
After an audacious cover of Pink Floyd's "What Shall We Do Now?" in 2021, the collective entered 2022 with "Méandres", an Ep
in which the French language finds its place within 3 new unleashed tracks, including a collaboration with female singers of the polyphonic choir "Le Mystère des Voix Bulgares"....more
If/when the apocalypse ever occurs, The Black Queen's Fever Daydream will be its official soundtrack and manifesto. And, I'm living for it as we dance ourselves into oblivion. DAS VILLAIN
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