Wake the dead
When the ice melts
Thaw me out tonight
A severed head
Shining wet in the moonlight
Don't stop at the cemetery
'Cause heads are gonna roll
Tonight I cross my arms
Across my heart
They've zip-locked body parts
Heads are gonna roll
They're gonna go on and on
Bodies left in the coldest of places
Pack the ice
Freeze me when I cease to breathe
Pretty please
On her latest EP, Baltimore's Mariah Fortune adds electronic beats and synth layers to her rhythmic dark folk meditations. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2018