A rich belief that no one sees you
Your ribbon cut from all the fates and
Some hound of Hell looking for handouts
The breath between things no one says
Author of a Poor Design
No one to steady your hand
All things lost in their own time
Where have you gone to?
Return to me
Return again
Return to me
Return again, hey
Some demimonde astride the crossing
You’re reaching for a life-like face
You stumble to the cellar door and
Your fragments glitter the eyelids of a child
Author of a Poor Design
No one to steady your gaze
And the things a pound of flesh can’t buy
Where have you gone to?
Singer/songwriter from Los Angeles, Chelsea Wolfe’s plaintive voice is the centerpiece of all of these chillingly bleak tunes. Watery, sliding orchestration suits the misty and dark environment that she evokes throughout. Unflinchingly stark, the recording suitably ends with a storm. Nickie Harte Kelly
This is wonderful. Great how you combine this music, integrated her voice. What an outstanding cooperation. Keep it up! I'll sure be looking ;) MyDogLikesRock
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