Month: juni 2018

Dead Gods

Hvad nu, hvis Tina Dickow ikke sang om varmt sand (eller hvad den sang nu handler om), men om en fejlslagen lovecraftiansk dæmonpåkaldelse (findes de mon som andet end fejlslagne?)? Så havde sangen nok heddet Dead Gods. Scrawls on the floor And you spoke a dead language Opened a door And you called upon anguish I took a good look at you I knew there was nothing I could do Just stood there and screamed at you What could I do?…