HARVEST RAIN - Nightwave CD
The Path, like untamed fruit, is rotten, withered, decayed and deceased. Like a bloated body left out in the open sun. The fruit ferments. That is to say, it decays even further. It decays so deeply in the thick black weathered swamp. When it reaches it's nadir it sizzles, glows, illuminates and takes flight. It becomes Will-o-the-Whisp, the Ghost Lights,...