We were the first of our kind to die;
pillaged, raped, and writhed.
Scalded out a tar pit
Hanging off our bones
Torn flesh and promise
lidless and infant
parasites, glutton and sage.
An eminence grise
pulling down, and down, and down.
What do you want me to do?
What do you want me to be?
You're the only truth I've known,
that I've never let light.
Well murder came,
before the word.
credits
from Murder came before the Word,
released December 1, 2014
Cello by Nicole Robson
Violin by Sophie Green
Clarinet by Tim Hardman
supported by 16 fans who also own “Murder came before the Word”
As T E Morris' equipment is LOST, well, stolen in fact, let's support him by buying his stuff. As with Her Name Is Calla the music is always great, anyway, so I should have gotten this much earlier... Carsten Pieper
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supported by 13 fans who also own “Murder came before the Word”
The Dead Rift EP is connecting with me in a way that no other record has this year. The journey is short, but it is one that I have already taken countless times in a single day, and it is one that I will continue to take until the long-awaited full length arrives later this year. Toner