We light our vigil candles,
Quivering orange against
Late winter skies.
Standing still, we let our
Little flames dance while
We hum the dirge for the dead.
But instead, I want to torch
The hateful homes,
The bedsheets of those that
Dream of supremacy.
I want to melt down their guns,
Make our own weapons:
Silver tipped spears
Etched with the names of those
Victimized by white terror.
And send them spiraling
Into the still-beating
Hearts of those cloaked in white
Stain those robes red.
And then we reeducate each other
We speak to a people’s history
We listen to silenced voices
We tear down those racist monuments:
Their civil war statues and privatized prisons.
If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2013
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Hermit Knight is always a special adventure, between emotions of joy and pain, of a sensitive intensity. Listening to this opus reminds me of those little companions that I loved so much. They are forever in my heart. Forever 🖤 𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉