Shall I come, sweet love! to thee, When the evening beams are set?
Shall I not excluded be? Will you find no feigned let?
Let me not, for pity, more, Tell the long hours at your door!
Who can tell what thief or foe, In the covert of the night,
For his prey, will work my woe; Or through wicked, foul despite.
So may I die unredrest, Ere my long love be possest.
But to let such dangers pass, Which a lover’s thoughts disdain:
‘Tis enough in such a place, To attend love’s joy’s in vain.
Do not mock me in thy bed! While these cold nights freeze me dead
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021
Darkwave synth that directly addresses our modern dystopian political environment, with proceeds going to the Voting Rights Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2018