(De)Composition

Almost finished up with all the lyrics to the new 'Buckle record. I'd say 90% of the record (lyrically, anyway) was written on the road during the last North American tour with Korpiklaani. A glimpse of what's to come:

The stars fall across the night like skulls cast down wells
While the clinks and clangs of metal tankards clatter on like bells
Here's to eves spent arguing how the final drop of ale is chased
In hopes of forgetting how these wasted mornings really taste
So hang my corpse from port and signal to the salted winds
A warning to those who choose a path nestled amongst their sins

~RedRum