Spiral Skies - Danse Macabre (new song 2018)

AOP Records https://goo.gl/1PKGhK Spotify Single https://goo.gl/3kiaYC Itunes https://goo.gl/pW6k7F Apple Music https://goo.gl/8EDnNN Amazon MP3 https://goo.gl/YyAzdV Deezer https://goo.gl/GTgUFy Google Play https://goo.gl/28vDTM https://www.facebook.com/spiralskies https://spiralskies.bandcamp.com/ This song is taken from their upcoming album "Blues for a Dying Planet" to be released on May 18th, 2018. We're honoured that swedish 70s rock music quintet Spiral Skies join forces with AOP Records With influences ranging over decades, Spiral Skies has created a sound that can most easily be described as “On other planets kinda Rock”. An unique blend of folk, doom and 70s rock music. The band has been compared to band such as Jefferson Airplane, Curved Air and The Devil's Blood, to name a few. The band has spellbound their audience with their unique visual performance with intense and enchanting live shows, and their earlier releases EP “A Queendom to Come” gained a lot of attention on Bandcamp, resulting in the following single “Event Horizon”. "An orchestra from the labyrinth of your mind, the sound of light years passing by, the sound of the ride of Spiral Skies" Credits: Recorded and mixed by Eric Sandberg at Studio Radioskugga, Stockholm 2017. Mastered by Marco at Analogcut Mastering, Berlin 2018. Label illustration by Branca Studio. All music and lyrics are written by Spiral Skies. Additional musicians: Andreas Sandberg - Synthesizer Rickard Uttermalm - Choir, Organ Asser Hakkala - Choir Lyrics: Actors of the mournful life charade and all of the madness you portray. Your masquerade will come to an end. Soon the final curtain will descend. Kings and Queens, murderers and thieves. Drop the act, and fall into ease. Come rest in peace. Join my dark realm in a night parade. Danse Macabre, twist and turn in our graves. In flames of red and gold we leap into. Faces pale and white and lips of blue. Dead and swingin on the gallows pole. Dancing though we have grown too old, stiff and cold. Join my dark realm in a night parade. Danse Macabre, twist and turn in our graves. Restless in a casket underground. Clap and turn the other way around. Roll the dice, a lottery, and tread the stage of misery. We all await impending doom, owners of a future tomb. Rising sun or fading star, you can't resist the reaper's call. Progeny of wolf or sheep, we all unite in our final sleep. Our savior reaching out a hand. A serenade in black for all ye damned. A graveyard jam. All Rights Reserved To Spiral Skies & AOP Records © 2018

AOP Records