Huntress by Clarence Rise

This EP was produced with the intention of representing a hunt in its most instinctive aspect, a return to nature, to the animal, to the bestial. As a result, the sounds are extremely organic, plunging us into the heart of life and death.

"Of wood or stone, the scene stands still,
No difference makes to the hunter's will.
The chase begins, the huntress chose,
A living target, life's brief prose.

The living calls for death's embrace,
No matter torment's cruel face.
The prey must hide, with fear it’s fraught,
Haunted by an end soon caught.

Guided by life’s relentless sway,
Implacable, the cycle’s way.
But the chase, it cannot last,
Nature hunts, its shadows cast.

Winter’s chill, eternal and keen,
Cold misery marks the scene.
The hunt concludes, elemental and just,
In the biting cold, all turns to dust."