𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱-𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
𝓘f the individual chapters of Dark Mark's graven grimoire follow a serial narrative, then 'Houston' collects the lost residual fortune of Field Songs' effusive endeavors, reaped against a crimson dusk before those weird chills began to stretch like bubblegum and requiem was held for the blues. Left to gestate for 13 years, these vintage spirits and archival passages now settle aside the most potent among the chronicles of Lanegan.
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