And for a moment, I forgot everything, even why I was there. Because she was beautiful. No, I thought, in stunned amazement, she was beautiful, achingly, heartbreakingly, unbelievably so. Raven-dark hair, flowing like a river almost to the floor, eyes like a sea storm, blue and gray and glinting in anger, a face so perfect it hurt, like a force of nature carved in flesh. Blue robes that flowed about her like waves when she moved and grabbed one of the witches.
And slit her throat. (Karen Chance, Ride the Storm)
Bjork, Black Lake // My heart is enormous lake / Black with potion
Cocteau Twins, Serpentskirt // Some forget where to go / They know fear again
Jenny Hval, Blood Flight // And up we went, blood and I, spread over the city
Kate Bush, Waking the Witch // We are of the going water and the gone / We are of water in the Holy Land of water
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Spellbound // We are entranced / Spellbound
Paul Giovanni, Willow’s Song // Am I not young and fair?
Portishead, All Mine // Make no mistake / You shan’t escape / Tethered and tied / There’s nowhere to hide from me
Ride the Storm Appreciation Week - Day 2 - Villain Appreciation