Reckoning

Waldonian Sounds, Fenmoss, Wanderhall

Released by Cave Bird Records

February 6th, 2026

4 tracks

26:25

Reckoning

Wanderhall (feat. Fenmoss) - Reckoning (When the Ice Melts)

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7:22

Wanderhall (feat. Fenmoss) - Reckoning (When the Ice Melts)

Fenmoss, Wanderhall

"When the snows fall, when winterbound world is clear; when blanketed white, all is calm. For time it is, our past misdeeds are forgot When winter reigns, can we pretend, that all is right. In snowy silence, can we trust, that truth will serve; that truth might always prevail. When winter fades and snows subside, comes the time; a moment to reckon with all we've done. When snows retreat, naught shall remain to hide our faults; to hide the lies told to us in the cold... And so I wish, against the truth, that I might wake; for this all to have been a horrible dream." -Nameless bard, in the wake of the Land Bleeding

7:22

Wanderhall (feat. Fenmoss) - ...of Olden, Frozen Battlefields (The Shovel Pays the Debts of the Sword)

Fenmoss, Wanderhall

"Weavers of wounds, shepherds of strife cut the stalks of life with their scythes of fate. Cast-off lives strew the vernal fields like pepper in the pot. Blood paints the land where the reapers did their work. Long have these lands lain since the battle, fallow, haunted by evil deeds. Bodies do not grow strong as spring-planted seeds. When the freeze takes hold of the land, our follies cannot rot away. The war-stain on the land not so fleeting as the glory once claimed. It is so often the shovel that must pay the debts of the sword." -Lodoriko Hansingen, "On Laying Down the Sword and Stirring up the Hearth"

5:21

Fenmoss (feat. Wanderhall) - Lock my Door (Keeping the Horrors at Bay)

Fenmoss, Wanderhall

"When the world goes a certain way, sometimes the only recourse is to shut it out for a time. Bar the door, bar the mind. Save your energy for another day. The blow that slew the dragon began not with steel, but with mental fortitude honed by rest and reflection." -Halsta Sharp-Leaf

11:44

Wanderhall (feat. Fenmoss) - Ash in the Hearth (Ruins of Hawkstone)

Fenmoss, Wanderhall

"I passed by that old village today, and it is much the same as it was when last the moon waxed. It is a sad sight to behold those empty lanes by the ruined tavern once so bright with drink and song. They made a stew of pickled turnips I rather enjoyed... It has been three years since Hawkstone fell, yet mere months since this fact was made known to the baron in Fenmoss-town. His inaction was not due to malice, but merely the fact that the forces in control of this place now have cast a pall of illusion over the hills and valleys. Who will lay claim to this now remains to be seen, but the castle on the hill lies free for the taking if its current occupants can be ousted. What happens next? Adventure, no doubt.." -Erbsto Bedherwyc, in a letter to "Prince" Ffestygardd of the Thrivinwood

1:58

Album story in lyrics as usual, stop by and hear old Erbsto Bedherwyc wax poetic along with a few nameless bards of Fenmoss-town on a cold winter's eve.

When the world is bound by snow and ice, it can feel as though every fire in every hearth has burnt out and warmth shall never return.

These are liminal times, beyond the solstice but before the first whisper of spring brings a promise of a time when Frozen Rivers Again Shall Run. The bounds of existence wear thin and spirits from ethereal realms can be heard in the fields and streams if you listen closely enough.

Tapes coming 19th June 2026 from Cave Bird Records

---Heraldic Swamp Synth Against Injustice---
All proceeds from thisalbum's digital sales (now and in perpetuity) will go to MIRAC to help people who really need it. www.miracmn.com

My music for either these projects isn't generally "political" in nature, and instead focuses on fantasy worldbuilding and good ol' escapism. However, in this damaged world the lines are drawn such that you either take a stand against evil, or you tacitly endorse it. Supporting freedom for people who are under attack because of the color of their skin, who they love, how they worship, and how they exercise their own rights is never "politics." It's just the right thing to do. If you don't support the rights and freedoms of everyone, you don't support the rights and freedoms of anyone.

A lot of deeply horrible things are happening out there, and nothing may ever make it right. Hopefully at least in the meantime you can find a bit of solace and escapism in these four tracks of fantasy where a tiny ember of warmth still persists through a wintry malaise.

As always, stay safe, stay swamp synth, and crush injustice in all its forms.

Credits

Music and songwriting on tracks 1, 2, and 4 by Thee Wandering Gnome
Music and Songwriting on Track 3 by Ye Bard of Fenmoss
Guitars and Electric Octave Mandolin on tracks 1, 2, and 3 by Ye Bard of Fenmoss
Artwork by Thee Herald of Fenmoss with gnomish assistance
Mixed and Mastered by The Mighty Sorcerer at Arcaneum Studio

Tapes coming 19th June 2026 from Cave Bird Records

Ama el Mate, Odia el Fascismo.

As always many thanks to Hjartans, Elyvilon, Vukkeg, Wooden Vessels,. and the many goodly dungeonfolk of Melkor's Dungeon for putting up with my nonsense and helping me better myself as a musician