Behold, the amphitheatre on the cliffs of Hell

When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away. Ashinosya is what I call my music when it’s instrumental i.e. no vocals and this is something that I generally do with Everton and… Continue reading Behold, the amphitheatre on the cliffs of Hell