“It’s the dark night of the soul / Never slept in a bed so cold / Can you hear me crying out / I’m aching and so alone” The opening lines of Every Seed Must Die are oceans away from what one might expect on a Christian album. The way it is sung is even further away: plainly, almost withdrawn. The kind of tone that rises from the ashes of seasons of pain, suffering, and loss. It’s a sound that is nearly…