Notes
They talk of a man who came in on the boats. He had a voice like honey, soothing in each harvest with a whisper on the wind. But now the apple farmers are dead and he wanders, his name forgotten, waiting with eyes of burning coal for his feast of crossroad souls.
2 comments on CROSSROADS
balrier November 04, 2016
I'm playing this while riding into hell.
⃠flying-glove May 08, 2018
@balrier why can't I "like" comments on here? That's this playlist's vibe 100%
⃠Gwenevere January 20, 2016
Cool mix. I like it.
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