White Crone

Single from the upcoming White Crone album "Prognosticator" The Conscript is a somber conversation between a mother and her son in an unnamed medieval village as the young man is being conscripted into war. The music pivots between Progressive and Power Metal, with a galloping rhythm and a time signature based on Fibonacci numbers in the verses. This song is dedicated to all conscripts, and to those brave refuseniks who risk all to not participate in war. Lisa Mann- vocals, bass guitar, guitars Larry London- drums Written by Lisa Mann Produced by Lisa Mann & Kevin Hahn Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Kevin Hahn at Opal Studio Graphic art: Jen Taylor, VividPix & Design Image is a miniature painting from the 13th c. Morgan Picture Bible Visualizer by Randall Hammer www.whitecrone.com Lyrics: (Mother): Morning sunrise brings a stranger riding Through the village, bearing fearful tidings War drums sounding in the distant valley King's men coming for our sons to rally None will escape from the fray Death will await those who run away Soon they'll be coming to take you away (Son): Fear not mother, what this king commanded I am skillful, with my sword sure-handed Your hands tremble as I pull them to me Be thou hopeful for our fortunes to be None will escape from the fray Death awaits those who stand in my way Look- they have come to take me away (Mother): I stand watching as our boys go riding Hoof beats pounding and a dust cloud rising (Son): Looking back now, how my heart is yearning Ever knowing that I'm not returning None did escape from the fray (Mother): Cold are the fields where their bodies lay (Both): Death has come to take you/me away © 2024 Lisa Mann Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved #heavymetal #nwothm #progressivemetal