Blackened Shores Video (MV)

Gaslit to madness
In a grey stumbling cloak
Is a spectre of sadness
On the eyelid of the slope

Oh Errol in blackness
Feral under black lights
With little else to carry
But his song from the islands

The songs that keep captive
His concrete consonants
The songs that will summon
Elsewheres and ancients

And the voices that conjure
The tall basalt strangers
The long blackened records
The yelling glacier cuts
The loud irascible shores
Are the dialects pressed
Into fallen firmaments
As horizons underfoot

Oh Errol in blackness
Feral under black lights
With little else to carry
But our songs from those islands