IN CONVERSATION: Jesse Shreibman and Dylan Desmond of Bell Witch
Climbing to darkness, shedding the light.
Climbing to darkness, shedding the light.
They greet you by singing of ancestors and earth.
Unending holy bloom that cannot be denied.
We stared death in the face and the death blinked first.
Flesh and bone beneath you
Failure will follow you wherever you may go.
All my favorite bands are doomed to obscurity.
I’m gone. I no longer exist.