A song for Circe, the goddess of Magic, who used potions to intoxicate and transfigure.
lyrics
Dark clouds, in the sky
My words, hypnotize
Turn you on tonight
Inside, I know my fate
My time, my place
Undead, and unafraid
Tilt your head back, tilt your head back, tilt your head back
And look up
I feel it raining on my grave, the moon is making me want to rage
My body's aching, aching
I'm alive, alive, alive
My bones are breaking, from all the weight
I've been here waiting inside this cage
My body's aching, aching
I'm alive, alive, alive
Wine pours down my lips, taste it don't resist
Seeing visions now
Phantoms call my name
Spirits guide the way
Passing through the gates
Tilt your head back, tilt your head back, tilt your head back
And look up
I feel it raining on my grave, the moon is making me want to rage
My body's aching, aching
I'm alive, alive, alive
My bones are breaking, from all the weight
I've been here waiting inside this cage
My body's aching, aching
I'm alive, alive, alive
Saw Kanga last night in Houston , instantly was entranced by her sound , sucked me into the Kangakult vortex , so glad I got to see her live , should have looked into her sooner as Gary Numan was so supportive of her on the Revolution tour , oh now it’s time to catch up and get further involved Callum Gray
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021