“Pushing past the dense thicket, I stepped into the eerie calm of the sacred grove. It was as if I had penetrated an inexplicable force field. The acrid air sent a shiver down my spine. Only twilight dared venture this deep into her woodland womb. She is close.”
When I wrote this track, I imagined a witch hunter, about to breach the magickal barrier between the untouched meadow and gloomy woodland.
It’s quite an unnerving track, but it’s only the beginning of “The Hunt”. I hope you enjoy it!
- Fender Broadcaster