The Mutineer from Talons (album) by WOLVEZ

Mutineer against all seas
Knows the tide grows
Black pitch swells - land unseen
Fearsome unknown

As the several screens they glow
Odd shapes, sizes
Slow the rate of tumble
Clean fall

Oh, the bow it creaks
Against the angry waves

Who will join with me
Lay your shackles down
They drink of wine and feed
With our backs straining

Hands work, arms in chords
Below is stifling
Limbs tossing hail of coal
In increments collapsing

Oh the bow it creaks
Against the rough command

If I awaken still
The will is in me

Change -

In come those rolling clouds
Thick black and bleeding
Wood snaps across the bow
Breached hull now freeing
Oh cast upon
those waves
Undercurrent
swimming brave
Flashes from the sky
Now grey
And spiraling

Amid the din I wake
Head dull and throbbing

Upon the day, I take
No war worth fighting

• Alternative
• ambient
• folk
• indie rock
• noise rock
• psychedelic
• Los Angeles