by Fiordmoss



Out on Diamond Club February 12th.


Good night wolf bite
One of a kind
Lie low, wipe all traces of a fight
Charcoal blind foal
Limps by her side
Bow and arrow lead them to the hole
She may be the child of spring
Let her in to greet her king

She wore a madstone

Skin tight moonlight
Along her spine
Fireflies swarm wild in a chilling rite
Warm ink, sweet milk
Run down her thighs
Boil glow unknown, simmer until dawn
She may be the child of spring
Let her in and hear her sing

She wore a madstone


released February 12, 2016
Written and produced by Fiordmoss.
Mastered by Alain Paul at Calyx Mastering, Berlin.



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