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Come Home

from Deathbed

December 15th, 2021
6 tracks
42:39
Deathbed
Deathbed
Come Home
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11:29
Come Home
Wounds of Recollection
You collected relics that enraptured light into the world. That plastic now sits behind glass, caked in dust while your light dims. Your mind wilted as each season passed. Each waking morning must have felt like a new death. Traded your home for walls to keep you safe; we said its for the best. It's always for the best. And sometimes in between blank stares I came to know, you whimpered, "Take me home. I'm coming home." Flower arrangements were planned. I wish you could remember my name. No one was brave enough to untangle the knots with you day after day. Day after day. Your mind wilted as each season passed. Each waking morning must have felt like a new death. Until those new deaths became a blurry image. They said you'll be in peace, always be in peace. The only words the pastor spoke that I kept in my heart. Now you'll come home. "I'm coming home." You would have felt sorry for someone in your condition. Your heart would pour out prayers that they would find peace.
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The 9th album from solo post-black metal project, Wounds of Recollection. The writing for Deathbed began in the first weeks of 2021. After a four-year battle with Alzheimer's disease, we admitted my grandmother into hospice care where she spent her last days. The guilt of knowing I spent too little time with her when she was sick weighed heavy on my heart. In my own cowardice, I avoided the situation and carried on with life as if nothing was happening. The tracklist is intended to serve as a fictional conversation between my late grandmother and I in the days leading up to her death.

"There is nothing that anyone could do."

Credits

Written, recorded, and produced by Wounds of Recollection.
Drum samples by Judd Madden.