Broke every heart
Devil’s loose in our house
Then they’ll leave us for dead
Traitor
Perils on our tongues
Sublime object of struggle stay pure
Light the path with burning heretics
No shelter here. No home. No rest.
They’re disappeared. Etched on their graves:
Broke every heart
Devil’s loose in our house
Then they’ll leave us for dead
Traitor
Perils on our all tongues
Border agents and spies
Informers and police
Perils of purity
Perils of piety
Inside she screams
“I should be safe here”
Gaslight the way to erasure
Fortify the walls they’re outside
Apostates will let them in
Traitor
Broke every heart
Let them inside
Circle then fire in
Keep us Pure
supported by 11 fans who also own “The Perils of Revolutionary Piety”
If/when the apocalypse ever occurs, The Black Queen's Fever Daydream will be its official soundtrack and manifesto. And, I'm living for it as we dance ourselves into oblivion. DAS VILLAIN
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Perils of Revolutionary Piety”
John Carpenter-esque film cinematics meets 1980's darkwave/synthpop/New Wave meets dark pop is what's in store with The Black Queen. It's morose, yet serene at the same time. DAS VILLAIN
supported by 6 fans who also own “The Perils of Revolutionary Piety”
A deep dive into the emotional landscape of Greg Puciato. Seamlessly going from raw harshness to the complete opposite and back. Average Tween Wave Enjoyer