Here are the draft words to the Cotán song. I originally imagined it with no percussion, a cold and monastic atmosphere but I think I'll have to add drums. There will be something of an 80s Fairlight-style sound I think.
I'm praying
by the moonlight
the icy moonlight
that's burning through the window of my
cell, and I hear god speak
in whispered codings
the slow unfoldings
that spiral from his heaven
to my hell
in my lust
I paint his luscious bulbous bounty
before I bite it
before I bite
then in repentance
I paint his children
they light the darkness
but even their electric skin
can't soothe my soul
so I'll keep praying
by the moonlight
the icy moonlight
that's burning through the window of my
cell
