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Sorrow. Anxiety. Depression.

by Woods Witch

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Sælzer Bub
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Sælzer Bub I like good funeral doom. But this is kinda different...
I really love the guitars on this one (the end of Purgatory is beautiful) and the drums are on point.
The voice is more black metal then funeral doom.
This is a must listen!

Oh, and the cover artwork is beautiful! Favorite track: I'm at Home in the North.
dob
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dob This kicks ass! These songs hit the spot. Favorite track: Purgatory (A Life Spent at the Gates).
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Radegast I like doom metal which faster than light. Favorite track: I'm at Home in the North.
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1.
Days. Months. Years. Spent In self-imposed isolation As a sacrifice to achieve my dreams A sick ascetic sickness that saps my will to live Every moment, every hour, planned to the T I said I’d give everything, to see my dreams But I’m standing in the jaws of the future and I see it consuming me My time, my body, my passion, my very life Is but the currency of my dreams And I am paying far too much No ties, no loves, no breath, no respite No joys, no breeze, no rest in sight No friends by my side, no walks in the night Just self-commitment And I can’t do this anymore This is not a life, this is fucking purgatory A life spent in waiting A life spent at the gates And I am fucking sick of waiting I can’t take this anymore Please just let it end Please just let me
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Give me darkness, give me cold Give me landscapes to freeze my soul I'm at home in the North My body bakes and my flesh boils In this scorching Southern hell But my heart is cold, preserved in ice Amongst snow and evergreens I want to see trees and verdant fields Capped in gowns of white Skies of piercing blue Or asleep in muted grey Trails that lead me deep, into the forest of my mind Where breeze and tranquil peace, soothe my every pain The stones, they sleep, in ancient peace The trees, they whisper, so soft and sweet While the twigs, they snap, and crackle with laughter And the birds, the birds, they sing So give me darkness, give me cold Give me landscapes to freeze my soul I'm at home in the North Snow. Trees. Road. Home
3.
Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me This pain is fucking unbearable Breath, gasp, wretch Ocean, tears, wrents Gut, sick, clenched Beg for the end Wake from oblivion, into nothingness Only to regain, knowledge of the day Instant recollection and the price to be paid Wake from oblivion, into nothingness Only to regain, knowledge of the day Instant recollection and the price to be paid Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me This pain is fucking unbearable

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released March 17, 2020

Mastered by Sammy Fielding at Ancient Owl Audio

Cover:
"Rosamond Naked"
Wood Engraving by Barry Moser
from The Robber Bridegroom (1987)
Used with full permission of Pennyroyal Press

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Woods Witch San Diego, California

Frigid riffs embedded into the barren hellscapes of Southern California. Take the crushing weight of the pacific ocean and the oppressive despair of an unrelenting sun, invigorate it with freezing veins of a northern winter, and fuel it with the manic energy of blistering asphalt, and you have Woods Witch. If you’re not weeping, screaming, punching, or running in a circle, then we don’t play it. ... more

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