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Slow ritual folk song with intimate vocals and drones, about grief, remembrance, and the bugonia myth. Lyrics: They said the fields remember every name we dare to keep. Bury honey with the body, call the insects out of sleep. All our quiet, all our fasting, all our candles in a line— we were told that from the ruin comes a buzzing, comes a sign. No one speaks above a whisper, no one looks the sun full on. If we ask for life to visit, something else might come along. Bugonia, take what you need. We offer the dust and the seed. If life can be grown from the dead, then rise from the honey we bled. Bugonia, open the air, let them be born from our prayer. If honey can wake what was gone, teach us the way to go on. In the square the veils are hanging, white and heavy, almost rain. Children watch the elders circling, learning how we trade for grace. We were promised golden swarming, we were promised summer’s sound, but the silence feels like judgment pressing low against the ground. Do you hear them in the rafters, do you taste the bitter comb? When we call for second breathing, who is it we call back home? Bugonia, take what you need. We offer the dust and the seed. If you can return what we lost, we’ll carry whatever the cost. Bugonia, open the air, loosen the dark that was there. If honey can wake what was gone, send our beloveds at dawn. We thought it would be flowers, we thought it would be light, not wings like little hammers on the windows of the night. We thought it would be mercy, a gentle, swaying choir— not a hungry, waking thousand stepping out of funeral fire. Name of mother, name of brother, name we never got to say— every jar we lay before you is a debt we can’t repay. If the old myth still has power, if the swarm still understands, take the sweetness from our grieving, shape it back with holy hands. Bugonia, take what you need. We offer the dust and the seed. If life can be grown from the dead, write it in nectar instead. Bugonia, open the air, let them step out of despair. If honey can wake what was gone, leave us with someone at dawn. Leave us with someone at dawn. #bugonia #darkfolk #folkhorror #cinematicfolk #2025music #ambientfolk #mythic #bees #honey #newmusic2025 #indiefolk