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Listen to: Balm (After Violence) by Whispering Sons
https://whisperingsons.bandcamp.com/album/the-great-calm
Listen/purchase: Episode III by Svitlana Nianio
https://shukai.bandcamp.com/album/transilvania-smile-1994
The heroism of 27 million angels desecrated by the evil of one man.
Listen/purchase: Прочь by NMDA
https://nmda2.bandcamp.com/album/--3
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of You.
Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet, Though You have passed away.
Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, And crimson roses once again be fair, And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, Although You are not there.
Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain To see the passing of the dying year, And listen to Christmas songs again, Although You cannot hear.
But though kind Time may many joys renew, There is one greatest joy I shall not know Again, because my heart for loss of You Was broken, long ago.
Listen/purchase: Marching Men by Orphan Ann
https://moloton.bandcamp.com/album/the-practice-of-surrender
Under the level winter sky I saw a thousand Christs go by. They sang an idle song and free As they went up to Calvary. Careless of eye and coarse of lip, They marched in holiest fellowship. That heaven might heal the world, they gave Their earth-born dreams to deck the grave. With souls unpurged and steadfast breath They supped the sacrament of death. And for each one, far off, apart, Seven swords have rent a woman's heart.
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