I have searched everywhere, until I found
A place, that is made of change, and loves us all
I froze at the moment
Your presence was gone
Now I'm left here with that torn in my soul
My secret place is made of change
Deep blue eyes, days of calm and rage
I'll close all my wounds, when I move
Far away, looking back to the days
When we knew we would live with ashes and stains
Mother I am marching to the sea
To kill the spirit
They shall fear me
Moments where I'm one with the tide
Now pass me by
Like the time when I tought that in
Life, nothing awaits, nothing I see
Now alone in this ghostly realm
I'm still haunted by my own Dreams
The fact is that I'm still going down
Oakland, CA quartet LYCUS return with a new album on Relapse Records. Heavy, epic, mournful, and replete with art by Paolo Girardi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2016