I have seen your mouth transfigured
By the fragments of ancient fevers.
It was a wild, strange sound.
I have heard the wind in white cedars
And black poplars.
It was the colour of wet narcissus.
I have tasted the petals of acanthus
And Thessalian iris.
They were but circles of salt.Bethany van Rijswijk, from ‘Opium-eater’
While we were at the little mountain cabin in the Harz we not only wrote new songs. We also sat down to play one of our personal favourites and decided to film it for you.
So, without further ado we present: WALDKAUZ - HEIDEN UNSRER ZEIT