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The Departure
06:05
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I came here as a stranger, a stranger I depart
Maytide favored me, with many a bouquet of flowers
Now the world is full of gloom, the road shrouded in snow
The wind plays with the weathervane, the wind plays with the heart
I thought in my delusion that the fugitive it mocked
Why should I stay here any longer, to be driven away?
Let stray dogs howl in front of their master's house
I was meant to wander, I was made that way
And so as I depart here, to you I say good night
To you I say good night
I cannot choose the time and place where my journey begins
I must find my own way through this lonesome darkness
With the shadow of the moon, my only companion
I won't disturb your dreaming as I steal away
I merely write in passing, on your gate "good night"
Why should I stay here any longer, to be driven away?
Let stray dogs howl in front of their master's house
I was meant to wander, I was made that way
And so as I depart here, to you I say good night
To you I say good night
I came here as a stranger, a stranger I depart
You won't hear my leaving, not even a step
So softly the door closes, with nothing left behind
And on the white fields, I seek the deer tracks
To you I say good night
Why should I stay here any longer, to be driven away?
Let stray dogs howl in front of their master's house
I was meant to wander, I was made that way
And so as I depart here, to you I say good night
To you I say good night
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Forest Mansion
04:10
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Deep in the forgotten forest
A sorcerer resides, unknown to all
Her labyrinthine house accepts few visitors
But once as I was wand'ring, it took me in
Roaming through corridor after corridor
Lost in those mysterious halls
Surrounded ever by the scent of decay;
Suffocated by those decadent Gothic interiors
The stairs and hallways seem to be shifting
That door wasn't there before
If only I had the wisdom of Ariadne
A rope to remember where I'd been
Roaming through corridor after corridor
Lost in those mysterious halls
Surrounded ever by the scent of decay;
Suffocated by those decadent Gothic interiors
Surrounded, ever, by my reflections in the hall of mirrors
Exhaustion and confusion aren't too far behind
Soon I find a four-poster bed
Into its loving, soft grasp I fall
Never to awake again
Roaming through corridor after corridor
Lost in those mysterious halls
Surrounded ever by the scent of decay;
Suffocated by those decadent Gothic interiors
Lost in those mysterious halls
Never to return
Lost in those mysterious halls
Never to return
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The Loss of a Friend
05:07
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One never appreciates loneliness
Until one has lost what they had
So I say, upon the loss of an old friend
I don't miss them but I miss what I had with them
I know all things must pass
I know hope only brings pain
I know this was the best we could do
But will you forgive me for
Mourning the loss of a connection
But hating the fake friend
And I can't find happiness
With just a bowl of cheese
Epicurus himself knew that
Friends are a necessity
Yes I know it was a terrible thing we had
But is it more terrible than loneliness?
I need to find something else
To fill up this gap in my being
I need to find someone else
To fill up this gap in my being
For until I do, I will only think
Of what could have been
A fatal illusion--
They'd never treat me any better
No matter how much I'd like to think
We could've had something great
But how do I make new friends?
How do I make a connection?
For without that knowledge
I am lost in a sea of nothingness
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Made Banal
04:15
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Everything has been made banal;
Constant awareness of the worst
Even atrocities garner nothing but apathy
No passion for life, no path for living
But just continuing what we've done
Apathy itself is the mother of distress
It does not free but only confines
For it provides nothing to explore
And nothing is more destructive than stagnation
[Repeat x3]
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Chasm of Self
03:49
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There is perhaps nothing more terrifying
Than to find oneself at the mouth of a chasm
Bottomless and dark, an abyss
And when you turn back you find that
Night has hardened around you like a wall
There's no place to go but forward
Plunging into the netherworldly depths
There's no difference between the abyss outside
And the nothingness within, you realize
There is no way to define yourself
Without reference to something Other
And so, when you are denied a positive identity
Embrace nothingness, embrace the void
Embrace the annihiliation of identity
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The Gates are Kept
04:13
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For people like me there's no future
What we need is constantly dangled
Just outside our grasp
Like the punishment of Tantalus or Sisyphus
And so to live, we put on a mask
It fits too tight and pains us to wear
But it keeps us safe and lets us live
It distracts us from the truth that there's no future
No future for people like us
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The Wind
03:52
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The trees are bare
Frost on the ground
Leaves scattered like memories
Of friends now left
Like a silent graveyard
I shiver as the wind provides
The last noise of the evening tide
At night
Everything is cold
No fire left inside my chest
I fear I too must die, become a ghost
The wind blows back with a hateful smile
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Song of the Leech
02:34
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To live, I need you
I feed off your energy
Your love and compassion
So selfishly I take it
No matter how I try
There's no way to repay you
For providing for me all these years
A monster am I
A monster am I
I'm nothing but a leech
Please don't leave
Please don't throw me out
I'll fade into a ghost
I'll fade into a ghost
The world is cold and the world is cruel
Never sure if I'll survive
Never sure when I'll die
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Community
09:38
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The crunch of dead leaves, stamped underfoot
The trees around me, all quite bare
As we are plunged deep into the night of the year
I pay respects to the remains of friendships
Mourning the missed potential
Those ideal forms, so tarnished now
An angel of grief upon the headstone
Around the graveyard, so grey and cold
The constant rain from the heavens
The wind of Boreas, swift and steady
Cypress and ash everywhere I look
And about the graveyard there was a rose bush
All its flowers were the deepest black
But despite all my searching
There was not a blue flower to be found
As I look behind me, I see a crow following
Waiting for my body to be mere flesh
My last faithful ally till the end of days
Stay with me, carrion-bird--it won't be long now
Frost on the ground, ice inside my heart
A lonesome lane surrounded by cypress
Fog obscures what lies ahead
But there's no way to go back
There's no way, no way to turn back now
I return to my dwellings
I lock myself inside my closet
Waiting as the clock across the hall
Rings out the hours until my time has come
The door to my room is open still
And yet, I know of its futility
For the only visitor I will ever have
Is the crow upon my window-sill
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Knight of Swords Seattle, Washington
Gothic music project of a woman and her synths
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