I remember that I hadn't used my new resonator at all during FAWM and that kinda slid to men a sort of southern gothic vibe. Ish.

Lyrics
They called the last month the blackness,
And the first the wolf burrow.
From the blood of hosts murdered in violation of guest welcome
And women dooked and burned as withes,
This last has remembers.

From people murdered so their body parts could be sold to doctors,
To cannibals in the hills, and generations bought & sold for oil and gold,
Theres a reason we plant rowan trees against evil spirits
And the land remembers.

We wear it well, with smiles and arms open wide,
But we drink too much and hold each other back.
From rogues and revenants, this land resonates
Sick saints and sinners, to sleekit saviours, this land needs a saining.

Or we’ll never deserve better.
And that kills me.

Resonance (Caledonian Gothic)

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