I am the name you've engraved into stone
I am the master of all that I see
I am the sound that consumes your silence
I am the fire that spills into your lungs
I am the fear that betrays your temple
I am the master of my own temple
I wait for the earths mind to be made up
The loss of the light is a sign of remembrance
As I fall away from the dream I'm awakened
The roots under rocks cannot mold my bones yet
When stars are contagious
When the roots have their grasp on me
Then I'll know it's time
Cold is the wind, when the howl is born
A siren to speak to blood
Shadows crawl and snake to dust
and the dirt shrieks its warnings thus:
The wolves have come child
The wolves have come
credits
from Water, Water,
released May 9, 2017
Produced by God Root, Mixed and Mastered by Will Mellor
Excellent medieval folk, IGR, & those with ears to hear. I love the sense of mysticism and deep, introspective ponder this album conveys, & the honest down-to-earth folky lyrics. Simply wonderful yet soulfully rich. Highlights for me are tracks 2, 5, 6, & 12. IGR truly capture what I feel is an authentic sense of a medieval bard at a woodland rill pondering the mysteries of life. Highly recommended. 8.5+/10. Alrihkh
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