It’s rare nowadays that I stumble upon a song that’s truly beautiful. I’ve liked Crywolf for a while now but he took it to a next level with this one. For a more in-depth description of the song and Crywolf’s creative process, please check out this write-up on Waxhole, but here’s the part I loved: In a move out of Thoreau’s playbook, Crywolf exiled himself to the Icelandic wilderness to record his upcoming album Cataclysm. He kept having a recurring dream that he was rising, floating off of the face of the earth, and he channeled that into this song. It’s something that’s truly unique and stunning, please check it out below. I can’t wait for Cataclysm, out November 20th.