Пост-рок, слоукор и вокал, разведенный по двум каналам.
We made a pact
As clouds draw in and skies turn blackWe came to regret
We paint our names in blood and ashThe spark
This truly is the devil's gamesSet the whole thing off
As one by one we write our namesAnd it's colder than Poland
'Cause like a little boyAnd the sun is not shining
I have destroyedHere
Hope and joyAnd we're tangled in the shit
And lately I dream aboutOf each other's ruined
Angels with molotovsAffairs