We’re settled nomads
Fidget in place
Persecuted by both sides
But we’ve found our space
We’ve been able to put down roots in a soil not our own
We’ve fed our families, worked our hands down to the bone
We do not fight, we turn our cheeks as best we can
Please leave us alone and we will work your land
The spirit of Münster
Long left behind
The terrors beyond us
We are not entwined
We’ve spent so long in place and yet we are apart
For centuries our culture unchanged from the start
We hold our faith close in the face of enemies
Non-violence is the path to everlasting peace.
The world outside means us harm
But here we can work our farms
Rage and lust surround our fields
Lord God to you…. We kneel
supported by 8 fans who also own “NGC - Roots in a Soil Not My Own”
Heart breaking. It pulls you along an awful tale that only leaves you feeling worse. Haunts you afterwards and beckons you to play it again. Funeral Wizard
supported by 8 fans who also own “NGC - Roots in a Soil Not My Own”
This album is everything you could want from a twilight fauna album. Dark and heavy and Appalachian as fuck. Folky, moss covered, dew dripping insanity. It’s absolutely perfect. Funeral Wizard