/lit/ - Literature

Headlong little one into the wild unknown
with creatures and the cold night
Stay strong, the sounds of screaming's just a sacred rite
Of death begetting new life.

Lay me down on sacramenral ground
Lay me low in times of woe.

There's a road less travelled and a life less led.
It's the path between your spirits and the voice in your head.
We are here but for the grace of everything divine.
It's the providence we must find.

These two know how to write lyrics. Husband and wife from Rhode Island. Between them they know 11 instruments I think. Guy died from leukemia a couple years ago so their last album was recorded as he was doing chemo. Like a howl from hell.