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So damn Cold Does not correlate to my life but for a friend.          Lyric writer: Hayden Anders, Spencer Johnson
Guitar: Hayden Carter, Spencer Johnson
Vocals: Spencer Johnson, Hayden Anders
Mixing/Producing: Spencer Johnson

So Damn Cold

在曠野流離的人

Erotomania

"Echoes of the Emerald Wood," written by Xak Stahl and hauntingly performed by Zoé Le Fleur, is a mesmerizing Celtic ballad that weaves a tale of love, loss, and ancient magic. This enchanting track, inspired by Stahl's upcoming book "Between the Lines," transports listeners to a mystical forest where memories and spirits intertwine.

Le Fleur's ethereal vocals bring to life the sorrow of a maiden mourning her lost warrior, her voice echoing through the trees like a ghostly lament. The lyrics paint vivid imagery of an ancient stone altar, serving as a focal point for the forest's accumulated grief and enduring love.

Musically, the song blends traditional Celtic instruments with contemporary folk elements, creating a timeless soundscape that perfectly complements the narrative. Gentle harps and whistles intertwine with subtle percussion, evoking the rustle of leaves and the whisper of ancient spirits.

The chorus serves as a poignant refrain, capturing the forest's silent weeping for lost souls. The bridge delves deeper into the legends surrounding the altar, adding layers of mysticism to the already rich narrative.

"Echoes of the Emerald Wood" is more than just a song; it's a portal to a world where love transcends time and nature holds the memories of those long gone. It speaks to anyone who has ever felt the weight of history in an ancient place or the enduring power of love beyond death.

Lyrics:

In the heart of the emerald wood, 
where shadows softly lie,
Stands a stone altar ancient and gray, 
beneath the open sky.
Whispers of the ancients, 
carried on the breeze,
Tell tales of love and sorrow, 
woven through the trees.

Oh, the forest weeps in silence, 
for the ones who lost their way,
At the stone altar in the glade, 
where the spirits gently sway.
Between the lines of time and space, 
their memories remain,
Echoes of a distant past, 
in the whispering rain.

A maiden fair with raven hair, 
stood by the altar's side,
With eyes of mist and heart of grief, 
she called the winds to guide.
Her love was lost to war's cruel hand, 
his fate unknown and cold,
But by the altar, 
she would stand, 
her story to be told.

Oh, the forest weeps in silence, 
for the ones who lost their way,
At the stone altar in the glade, 
where the spirits gently sway.
Between the lines of time and space, 
their memories remain,
Echoes of a distant past, 
in the whispering rain.

Legends speak of days long gone, 
where magic still held sway,
Of lovers' vows and warriors' cries, 
beneath the skies of gray.
The altar holds their secrets close, 
in moss and ivy twined,
A testament to love and loss, 
and to the ties that bind.

So if you wander through the woods, 
and find that sacred place,
Remember those who've gone before, 
and the tears upon their face.
For at the stone altar in the glade, 
their souls forever rest,
In the heart of the emerald wood, 
where love and loss are blessed.

Echoes of the Emeral Wood

Echoes of the Emerald Wood

Abide With Me

I once let fire live inside me,
Let love melt through my chest.
Now all that’s left is silence,
And ice where hope once slept.

They said “feel, don’t run away”
But feelings dug the grave.
So now I sleep beneath the frost,
In the cold I learned to crave.

I buried all your words in snow,
Each one a blade turned blue.
I tried to scream your name out loud,
But it froze halfway through.

This chamber holds the echoes,
The ghosts of things unsaid.
A mausoleum for my trust,
A shelter for the dead.

You think I’m distant,
But I’m just preserved.
Cryogenics of the soul
Pain expertly conserved.

My heart is a frozen chamber
No warmth gets in, no lies get out.
Every beat, a cracking glacier
Screams of ice beneath the doubt.

My love was a storm once burning
Now it’s silence in disguise.
You thought I’d heal by feeling…
But this cold is how I survived.

I’m tired of pretending I want the sun,
When I only trust the night.
I’m not waiting to be rescued
I’m just done with losing fights.

No “closure,” no forgiveness.
No flames will reach this tomb.
You had your chance to warm me
Now this frost becomes my truth.

Mi corazón no late,
Solo cruje en el dolor.
Una cámara sin ventanas,
Donde se ahogó el amor.

My heart is a frozen chamber
Not broken, just refined.
Forged in frost and loneliness,
A fortress built in time.

You said “I miss who you were,”
But that version died alone.
And this glacier in my chest?
Is safer than a home.

I DON’T FEEL…
I ENDURE.
YOU DON’T LOVE…
YOU LURE.
SO NOW I LIVE
IN SILENCE AND STEEL

Where nothing touches,
And nothing heals.

Frozen Chamber

A doom-folk ballad that walks hand in hand with the Grim Reaper. That Was Death is cinematic, eerie, and deeply atmospheric, blending finger-picked guitar with swelling strings and a slow, pounding rhythm that feels like a funeral march. The lyrics channel the Reaper’s voice, weaving haunting imagery with a ritual refrain that lingers long after the final whisper.

This track is as much a story as it is a song, dark, poetic, and unsettlingly beautiful. Perfect for listeners who crave music with atmosphere, weight, and a touch of the otherworldly. Lyrics inspired by Mark's long departed friend James 'Bubs' Hubbard. Sadly missed but never forgotten.