DarkArc005
Another twisted tale from Ronja’s imagination
I Am The Witch
In The Wire
We were struck by Ronja’s own musical experimentation when we met her at sister imprint, The Datura Press, and her first release with us is even more surreal and sinister than we expected.
Something ancient is lurking in the cold forest, and it wants to use modern technology and be invited into your house, and so your heart. Is it good or evil? You won’t know til you let them in.
“There is, in every culture I think” explains Swedish electronica artist Ronja Natt och Dag “the tale of an enitity, or being, who is very old, eternal, that inhabits a forest, very sunk into its trees and leaves. Then there is the fear of it, but also the severance, it is a keeper of your land’s lore, it's history.
“In Sweden, we have Skogsrået, she is The Tattler, or Keeper of the Forest, she was both seductive and dangerous, but if you treated her land with respect, she would blow smoke down your chimney to warn you of coming storms or wolves. I think people have always been fearful of feminine power, they resent their seduction by of it, their desire for it. This song was a reflection of that conflict. After all the Witch has no dominion over you until you say her name three times, in the end, it is your choice to let her in.”
“I think people have always been fearful of feminine power, they resent their seduction by it, their own desire for it”
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And I take away pain, doubled regret
Instead we’ll brew ink from sunrise and set,
I bring frost, grass grown, black rooks,
And we shall scratch our story into your blank books
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From my forest I am calling
To you, lost in steel and stone
Inside cities, so many people
Yet feeling all alone
I sit in my tree tops, and I sing
I sing, of all the magic I shall bring
Bring back, what you lack
I am at the white witch
To deliver you from black
Come sorrow, come close
I’ll switch your feelings,
from fading to overdose
Feel my magic, feel fires
Feel this witch, I swim down your wires
And I take away pain, doubled regret
Instead we’ll brew ink from sunrise and set,
I bring frost, grass grown, black rooks,
and we shall scratch our story (our story) into blank books.
You feel it, I know
Falling under witch wings
As I pull you from sorrow’s deep well
I am your witch, I am your spell
I am the lover of which you can’t tell
Come lover,
come close
Let my desire in
I ask welcome of my host
Feel the falling, slow than fast
Your Witch in Wire
She is come at last
I call from dark forest,
No I sing!
I sing for the freedom
To set fire to your every thing
To make me yours, make you mine
You only have to
Say my name three times
I live in this darkness, a hundred, no two,
Many years,
And in your many tears
I heard great hatred, many fears
That called, called me to you
And now you know what it is
That you must do
To end to such heartbroken times
Simply say my name three times
Come speak,
Make me close
And I shall bring,
the things you need most
I am so cold, here out in this snow
Bring me down your wire
l’ll tell you everything that I know
I am here, feel me close
From now, I am the thing you love most
Your heavy heart, shall be undone,
From this wire I shall make us one
From my wire, I shall make us one
I am the Witch, that turns two to one
From my wire, I shall make us one
I just need my name, and it’s done
Those three times, let us start with one
That makes two, that leaves us one
Say my name again, and it’s done
Say my name again, it’s done
