A song about snatching victory from the jaws of defeat.

The Gentle Art Of Falling

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A few miles shy of the mainstream lies an endorheic basin collecting dredges of musical waste. This is the toxic environment that fostered Nattulv, a lone wolf prowling in search of creative outlets. Alas, his pidgin howls are but Babel-speak to his surroundings. But howl he must and howl he will until his flesh is cold and his heart is still. Who dares approach a beast thus misconstrued?