Circle down to the mouth of the valley
Kneel now down at the face, at the gate
As every footfall crumbles so fast beneath me
Under the weight of this Eternal Shame
And to you who've given up in the Valley
And to you who've given all to its wake
Just another endless night falls around thee
Just another grey landscape to face
I want to step into the armor of another, stronger
I want to look once through the eyes of someone good
So I can gather up the names of our mothers
And wash away the shame and lift them to sainthood
But if you have given up in the valley
And if you have given all to its wake
Just another endless nightfall around me
Just another fucked up thing I can't save
But always run forever miles, does it end?
Then another wall rises in the distance
Their horizon parts for none
Where mothers failed, to carry all their weight
I will be brave, yes I will be brave
You see them?
All those who have fallen
Stacked up like stones in a pile
A tower of failures
So twisted and vile
You see them there?
Ancient and seething
Up in a pyre
Get them out of My Way
Kneel now down at the face, at the gate
As every footfall crumbles so fast beneath me
Under the weight of this Eternal Shame
And to you who've given up in the Valley
And to you who've given all to its wake
Just another endless night falls around thee
Just another grey landscape to face
I want to step into the armor of another, stronger
I want to look once through the eyes of someone good
So I can gather up the names of our mothers
And wash away the shame and lift them to sainthood
But if you have given up in the valley
And if you have given all to its wake
Just another endless nightfall around me
Just another fucked up thing I can't save
But always run forever miles, does it end?
Then another wall rises in the distance
Their horizon parts for none
Where mothers failed, to carry all their weight
I will be brave, yes I will be brave
You see them?
All those who have fallen
Stacked up like stones in a pile
A tower of failures
So twisted and vile
You see them there?
Ancient and seething
Up in a pyre
Get them out of My Way
Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou - The Valley
When you are so tired from reality, when you dream of finding a path that will lead you to a quiet secluded place, far from prying eyes, far from the whole world, to a place where you can find hope and consolation, this path can always be found in music... Sometimes music is just the feelings. Sometimes it's history. And sometimes it's the whole world...
And this music from its first chords feels so hauntingly real, as if it puts its cool hand on your eyes, closing them, envelops you with strong but gentle embrace and slowly guide you to a heavy patterned door which will lead you to secret place - brand new world where reality is intertwined with history, with fiction, with a fairy tale, with a secret... And you start to see images of the old world, as it once was, as they slowly begin to rise out of the fog, the road leads you further and further, through misty fields, sinking in the evening twilight, under the canopy of trees, to the spurs of the mountains, to the somber castles, in which life once boiled and history was made, but now only ghostly gusts of cold wind are inconsolably trying to find their shelter, amid the eternal darkness and forever asleep memory...
A great journey that can be made in those achingly beautiful few minutes while this song lasts. Not just a song, but a moment captured in time, a work of withered beauty and an perpetual world of imagination...
And this music from its first chords feels so hauntingly real, as if it puts its cool hand on your eyes, closing them, envelops you with strong but gentle embrace and slowly guide you to a heavy patterned door which will lead you to secret place - brand new world where reality is intertwined with history, with fiction, with a fairy tale, with a secret... And you start to see images of the old world, as it once was, as they slowly begin to rise out of the fog, the road leads you further and further, through misty fields, sinking in the evening twilight, under the canopy of trees, to the spurs of the mountains, to the somber castles, in which life once boiled and history was made, but now only ghostly gusts of cold wind are inconsolably trying to find their shelter, amid the eternal darkness and forever asleep memory...
A great journey that can be made in those achingly beautiful few minutes while this song lasts. Not just a song, but a moment captured in time, a work of withered beauty and an perpetual world of imagination...
