ALBUM REVIEW: Maud the moth – The Distaff
A crypt of flesh turned to stone
A crypt of flesh turned to stone
Cascade of time.
Music and metaphysics.
Do you think the stars care?
Feed on the weak before they awake.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
I scorch the skies before your very eyes.
Pick a side. Hang on. Love.
War is coming, don’t give up.