In my world
Ceaselessly we call
To all the unknown
To what shall we fall?
The gardens of time
In what I call home
At death it is in
These gardens I roam
Feel the leaves of dying sleep
Following eternal
Light in an abyss
Hear the scream of gentle breeze
Haunting the nocturnal souls
Who can't be free
I still see the memories
Of all my lost dying dreams
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Prone to staying up late; after purchase, playing this atmospheric wonder deep into the night; this whilst reading Gene Tierney's, Self Portrait; realizing the ephemeral nature of our lives; no escaping the vicissitudes of The Wheel. There would seem to be only one way to freedom; the narrowest of paths. Thoughts. Jeff Richardson
The debut full-length from Kenoma is full of spacious, haunting songs that steadily build to great rushes of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2017