viernes, 25 de diciembre de 2020

EURYNOMOS

 


Origen: Alemania, Rhineland-Palatinate

Formados: 2014

Estilo: Black, thrash

Temática: ?

Enlaces: Eurynomos, facebook y instagram.

Miembros: 

  • Aethon Guitarra
  • Aetna Batería
  • Okkulto Voces
Discografía:

  • Unchained from the Crypt EP 2015
  • Eye of the Pantheon EP 2015
  • Fierce Alliance EP 2016
  • The Trilogy Recopilatorio 2016
  • From the Valleys of Hades CD 2020
  • Live at Thrash Nightmare Vol. 9 Directo 2023
FROM THE VALLEYS OF HADES (2020)
Primer larga duración para los germanos que calentaron motores hace unos años con la edición de tres estupendos EPs, dentro de un proyecto que seguramente le debe mucho a la figura del ex Desaster Okkulto a la hora de definir y perfilar su sonido. Eurynomos no han cambiado su sonido prácticamente nada desde la edición en 2015 de "Unchained from the Crypt" en donde sus sonido black\thrash con un buen aporte de melodía marcaría la senda a seguir a lo largo del tiempo. Los  temas  de este larga duración, doce para la edición en cd y diez para la edición en vinilo se mantienen en una sección directa y sin concesiones, el álbum comienza sin ningún tipo de artificio en forma de intro, solo nos vamos a encontrar guitarras crudas y agresivas en un justo equilibrio entre los estilos mencionados con anterioridad como son el black y el thrash las cuales se ven secundados por un apartado vocal ajustado a la propuesta musical, con voces de tendencias cazallosa y cruda. Lo que si es cierto que al ofrecer un larga duración poder contar con mayor recorrido los temas, si que Eurymonos nos regala algunas influencias que no de una forma descarada, si que completan el álbum como peuden ser secciones con bajadas de ritmo e intensidad que los acercan a estilos como el sludge o el doom, pero que lo que si mantienen es el acierto de lograr un hilo de melodía en sus composiciones, más o menos presente en todas ellas y sin la cual la propuesta de los alemanes se encontraría huérfana de la potencia, contuncia y genialidad de sus riffs. Un buen ejercicio de sonido black\thrash que no esconden sus influencias más clásicas pero que sin embargo también reciben un aporte propio. (7,7).



1. Titan God 02:44
   From the golden palace of River Okeanos
He rises at early dawn - far in the East
With burning wheels - the Chariot's ride begins
Steared by a titan - pulled by four fiery steeds

From the east - to the west
He rides the golden chariot
Solar god with a crown of rays
On the golden Chariot - Titan God

Titan God

Like a firewind he approaches on the red horizon
Giving birth to life, a symbol to the ancients
Far in the west, in the land of the Hesperides
He descends into a golden cup
And back to the palace again

From the east - to the west
He rides the golden chariot
Solar god with a crown of rays
On the golden Chariot - Titan God

The Solar Titan God

From the east - to the west
He rides the golden chariot
Solar god with a crown of rays
On the golden Chariot

Quadriga in the sky
Winged stallions of fire
Crowned with the aureole of the sun
On the golden Chariot - Titan God

Titan God- On the golden charior
On the golden Chariot

Titan God
2. Heraklion Axes 04:22
  On the Greek isle of crete
In Heraklion it is shown
The archeological museum
Keeps testimonials of old

Countless artefacts were found
Many yet to decode
Writings all over the world
Earliest texts tell of times...

When the giants roamed the earth
When the giants fought with...

Heraklion... Hereklion Axes
Heraklion... Heraklion Labrys

From minoic period and culture
Massive labrys exposed here
Twice as high as a man
Who could have fought with them?

When the giants roamed the earth
When the giants fought with...

Heraklion... Hereklion Axes
Heraklion... Heraklion Labrys
Heraklion... Hereklion Axes
Heraklion... Heraklion Labrys
3. Bat Flight 04:05
   Silence is spreading - Twilight has come
Dance with the shadows - Bat flight is on...

Silence is spreading - Twilight has come
Dance with the shadows - Bat flight is on
When the night rises - they rise as well
Of the swiftest flyers in wildfire I will tell

Perfect adapted - without a sound
None to fear, they are gathering around
With efficient genius and in high speed
Nighttime is them - no one can compete

Storm Flight... Bat Flight at
Twilight... Bat Flight

They rise in pairs they rise in groups
Fulfilling their high effective loops
They rise in swarms - they rise in mass
Unmatchable masterclass

Most elephant flyers, they are swarming around
Can't hear a voice or a sound
Better watch out for their fast silhouettes
Shooting through the air - shade of the bat

Storm Flight... Bat Flight at
Twilight... Bat Flight

In - A flesh
On high - frequent waves
Out of - your Bat caves...

Storm Flight... Bat Flight at
Twilight... see the

Bat Flight... Bat Flight... Bat Flight
Bat Flight... Bat Flight... Bat Flight
Bat Flight... Out in the night... Bat Flight
4. Into the Lion's Den 04:13
From a Lion's mouth You hear the roar See an angry crowd Lusting for gore Plagued with a vision - You'll fight tooth and nail Ready to oppose all - No fear to ever fail You accept the challenge - Battling the best With shield and sword, ready for the test Iron Courage Iron Will Determinated With secret skills Ready for the giant clash You go... Into The Lion's Den The Lion's Den! Muscles - tensed - with power Oiled for the kill Waiting for the hour For glory to fulfill Angry mob screaming - spitting in your face Cursing your name - No place for disgrace Menacing wrath - Poisons the air You met your opponent, you entered his lair Iron Courage Iron Will Determinated With secret skills Ready for the giant clash You march... Into The Lion's Den The Lion's Den Into the den... Eye to eye with your rival You see his icy stare A fight for survival You entered his lair... His lair! Proud - Fearless - Couraged ...Into the Lions Den Defeat the Lion! The crowd disappeared A new era's begun The wind wept away the smoke The battles won... Into the Lions... Den!  
5. Pantokrator 05:09
   God of the sky
The ultimate primal force
Adored by the ancients
Who feared his thunderous power

Pantokrator - Omnipotent Ruler
Pantokrator - He decides the fate
Thunderbolts and Lightning
The king of the gods
Panto - Pantokrator
The eternal craft

His mighty statue
Was enthroned at Olympia
Made of gold and ivery
The seventh wonder of the world
Conquered by invaders
Who adopted his glory
Transformed by new rulers
Hidden in a new disguise

Pantokrator - Omnipotent Ruler
Pantokrator - He decides the fate
Thunderbolts and Lightning
The king of the gods
Panto - Pantokrator
The eternal craft

His mighty statue
Was enthroned at Olympia
Conquered by invaders
Transformed in a new disguise

Zeus Pantokrator
The indestructible power
THe legend lives on
Until the end of time
The end of time
Pantokrator
6. Coal, Sulphur, Saltpeter 02:21   instrumental
7. Druid Circle 05:11  
Aside the old road
Where the eldest hill graves lie
A henge monument was build
In megalithic time

A huge circular wall
Was trenched out of the earth
With a mighty oaken pole
Right in the centre

To channel earths inner powers
Where soar gas still ascends

High priest chanting comes to my ear
The crafts of earth and cosmos
Were summoned here...

Druid Circle
Druid Circle

On a perfect line of mountains
This huge plateau lies
Did it creators
Knew to read sellar skies?

Thousands and thousands
Of years ago
Knowing of astral signs
And powers above

High priest chanting comes to my ear
The crafts of earth and cosmos
Were summoned here...

Druid Circle
Druid Circle
...At the Goloring
Druid Circle

Mystic aura of this vast henge place...
Still one can feel its magic vibe
Of a power place like this
Where the past survived all times

Highest old cultures
Left their traces everywhere
With laws and energies that existed
Long before our world...
...With (written) history... as a giant... deceit!

Back to the druid ring!

Druid Circle
Druid Circle
...At the Goloring
Druid Circle
8. Call of the Arena 01:20   instrumental
9. Hypogeum's Gate 05:15
 Since they have put me again
Into this dark wet chambers
The air is full of sweat and stench
And screams hall through the corridors

Torches light up the scenery
As my weapons are lifted a final time
Under full excitement we wait
Like wild lions in their cages

Destiny is calling
Now my time has come
Soon they finally will open
And I do what must be done

I meet my fate...
When I stride the Hypogeum's Gate
Do or die...
When I stride the Hypogeums

Hours and hours of waiting in here
Suspense is taking my senses
From all around sound wail and screams
Of all my wounded fellows

Destiny is calling
Now my time has come
Soon they finally will open
And I do what must be done

I meet my fate...
When I stride the Hypogeum's Gate
Do or die...
When I stride the Hypogeums

Open The Gate!

Since i've been born, I learned to fight
To kill and to win
If I will face death
I know the gods will tell of my deeds

The masses scream out my name
In the arena I raise my blade
Let the Triumph be on my side
When I will repass this gate... Ooooh, this gate

I meet my fate...
When I stride the Hypogeum's Gate
Do or die...
When I stride the Hypogeums
I meet my fate
Do or Die

Hypogeums Gate
10. Nibiru Sun 02:53
Strange appearance Behind the skies A wall of white That's passing by A mysterious shine that should no be there Or a red glowing signal From an outer sphere Strange light, approaching Hidden is our sun Behind the cloud's it's waiting The coming of the one... Nibiru Sun All covered in white veil What we may not see The shine of another light That follows side the sun Strange light, approaching Hidden is our sun Behind the cloud's it's waiting The coming of the one... Nibiru Sun Nibiru Sun Strange light, approaching Hidden is our sun Behind the cloud's it's waiting The coming of the second... Nibiru Sun!  
11. Nighthunter 04:46
  He sleeps at day, in his cave
Where it's dark, where he is safe
Waiting for, the night to fall
Waiting for his preys call

Nighthunter
Nocturnal King
Nighthunter
Spread your wings

Ultrasonic Majesty
Flying high, flying free
Leather winged predator
Every night he comes back for more

Nighthunter
Nocturnal King
Nighthunter
Spread your wings

With the rise of the moon
He arrives at nightly gloom
Armed with teeth that cut like knives
Flies in circles on blood he thrives

Sharp... Claws
And webbed wings
Creepy... Echoes
It's the nocturnal king

Nighthunter
An eerie cry
It's the Nighthunter
He rules the sky
Nighthunter
Nocturnal King
Nighthunter
Spread your wings
12. From the Valleys of Hades 07:16
 Volcanic crafts are gathering below
Deep down in the valleys
See the stream of thick magma flow
In red glowing alleys

A deafening sound
From the trembling ground
Sulphuric smoke
All powers are invoked

From the Valleys - The Valleys of Hades
Reigns the force
From the Valleys - The Valleys of Hades
It comes forth... From the Valleys

The Valleys...
The Valleys of Hades
Rise... From the Valleys
The Valleys of Hades

From Pyriphlegethon, the river of fire
Feel the infernal heat
The flames are rising - higher and higher
When all the powers will meet

Smoking crators - Liquid metal flows
Feel the pressure - Feel how it glows

From the Valleys - The Valleys of Hades
Power unloads
From the Valleys - The Valleys of Hades
It explodes... From the Valleys

The Valley Of Hades
The Valley Of Hades



Red lightning strikes
Thunder and might
See the silver blades gleam
Archaic Rites
Eurynomos rise!
Unchained to reign supreme
Rise!

From the Valleys - The Valleys of Hades
From the Valleys...
From the Valleys - The Valleys of Hades
Rise from the Valleys...

aaaaaaah...

The Valleys Of Hades!
  49:35







jueves, 24 de diciembre de 2020

ULTHA

 


Origen: Alemania, Colonia

Formados: 2014

Estilo: Black

Temática: Antireligión, dolor, dudas y melancolía.

Enlaces: Bandcampfacebookspotify y Ultha.

Miembros:

  • A Electronica
  • C Bajo y voces
  • L Guitarra
  • M Batería
  • R Guitarra y voces
Discografía:

  • Rehearsal Demos MMXIV / MMXV Demo 2015  
  • Pain Cleanses Every Doubt CD 2015
  • Dismal Ruins EP 2016  
  • In Memorian of Quorthon Split 2016  
  • Converging Sins CD 2016
  • Woe over Roadburn Directo 2017  
  • Ultha / Paramnesia Split 2017  
  • Dismal Ruins Pt. II EP 2018  
  • The Inextricable Wandering CD 2018  
  • Belong EP 2019  
  • Ultha / Morast Split 2019  
  • Floors of Heaven EP 2020
  • All That Has Never Been True CD 2022
  • Forget Everything and Remember (The Lost and Obscure) Recopilatorio 2022  
  • Live at Soulcrusher Festival 2022 Directo 2023
  • Karloff / Ultha Split 2023
FLOORS OF HEAVEN (2020)

Los alemanes entregan en este "Floors of Heaven" un par de temas que sirven seguramente como aperitivo a lo que sin lugar a dudas será su cuarto largo duración en el cual deben de estar trabajando. Este Ep sorprende por su concreción de un para de temas, pero sigue la línea marcada desde los inicios por el sonido de Ultha, un black oscuro y denso, impregnado de oscuridad y melancolía. "Forever Alway Comes to an End" abre el Ep de manera  bastante directa y agresiva para ir mudando hacia sonidos más lentos con influencias post y en donde su black metal va cayendo en un ambiente oscuro hasta que se difumina del todo. Por su parte en "To the Other Shore of the Night" mantiene en todo momento una atmosfera repleta de oscuridad y en donde la melancolía hace acto de presencia en melodías imposibles a lo largo de todo tema. Cuando muchas bandas han aprovechado el confinamiento para revitalizar su carrera, Ultha sigue a lo suyo, ajenos a cualquier tipo de distracción, manteniendo a la orden del día su propuesta de black metal de sonido reconocible desde la edición de "Converging Sins" hace ya cuatro años. (8).




1. Forever Alway Comes to an End 04:43
An irrelevant witness upon a great tide of time.
A tide upon which I too shall be extinguished.
Surging ever forward, gruesomely poetical.
The hands are still - it's the world that's shaking,
cutting off my fingers, one by one.
There are no answers in this tempest,
there is no closure in death.

2. To the Other Shore of the Night 04:40
Seemingly silent and still, nightfall tightens the tourniquet of concern even further. Squeezing thoughts into choices measured on my three-fingered hand. My heart doesn't beat like before, crooked and cuffed to the floor. Forget everything and remember: As another passing phase on the way to the grave visions start to skew and life will always provide one last chance to get it all wrong.
  
  09:23








domingo, 20 de diciembre de 2020

DUMAL

 


Origen: E.E.U.U., Ambler.

Formados: 2013

Estilo: Black

Temática: Anticristianismo, antiteísmo, naturaleza y  oscuridad.

Enlaces: Bandcampdeezerinstagram y spotify.

Miembros:

  • Adam Siatkowski Bajo y voces
  • Andrew Dorflinger Guitarra
  • Evan Williams Batería
Discografría:

  • Amblerian Rehearsal 2013 EP 2013  
  • Piety & Iron EP 2014  
  • Raise the Hammer Split 2015  
  • Coniuratio Nigrum Atlantika Split 2016  
  • The Lesser God CD 2017
  • The Confessor CD 2020
  • Blackened Spirit EP 2023


THE CONFESSOR (2020)

Después de un primer larga duración que les generó un buen número de criticas positivas el trío estadounidense regresan con un segundo trabajo que incide en los expuesto en su anterior obra, un nuevo álbum de siete temas con un claro componente de sonido clásico de los noventa. Desde los comienzos del álbum con un tema  como "Devour The Child" dejan bien a las claras un sonido agresivo, repletos de riffs incendiarios y con la dosis justa de crudeza que no es impedimentos para que una línea melódica se acabe colando en un segundo plano en todo el álbum. Las guitarras de Andrew se empeñan en incidir en unos riffs majestuosos, agresivos y crudos con un gusto por los sonidos escandinavos de los años noventa de bandas como Taake. El conjunto suena compacto y lleno de una atmosfera que muchas veces nos trasporta a un pasaje mucho más folk y pagana que pude recordar a los inicios de bandas como Drudkh. El resultado es un álbum que funde sus raíces en los más profundo de los sonidos black de los años noventa dentro de la escuela nórdica, con un aporte equilibrado con sonidos más propios que le da un toque muy personal, en un equilibrio entre la frialdad y la crudeza propia del estilo a lo que se puede contraponer la atmósfera melancólica y pagana. (8,2).




1. Devour the Child 05:40
  A long shadow is cast upon me
When the moon captures the sky
Blackened splendor opens before me
Evil's beauty now perfectly enshrined

I gaze into the nothingness above
And dream of those who sleep below
Their fortune has been honored
To be as them I hunger

The gift of death will greet me
With a wide open bloody heart
I beg the nightsky for its caress
Grant me passage to eons beyond

A cry of mourning descends from the sky
The mountains quake as it draws near
And there a shining eye glimmers
I fall into the eternal spiral

Deep in my dream of death
I find two roads
One for rebirth
The other for the end

With no delay
I choose the road
of our destruction
Nothing is lost
When hope descends to hell
Nothing is remembered
2. Some Ritual 06:42
Power – it radiates from the source Drawing the seekers inside Altars are drawn beneath their feet Harken the bellowing abyss Above forsaken seas Black storms are conjured Unending crushing waves Crimson waters cast in grey Sacrificed as infants to this shrine Our blood satisfied the caller Lifeless, and cradled in his arms We and they now bound Now cries the king of men Unsaved in his bloodied weep With mouths torn agape Unforced from heaven’s gate New eyes burgeon forth Unknowing in their departure The eyes defiled Tied together about the arms Seekers forever blinded and wandering Unpitied and crawling from heaven’s gate 
3. Black Tendrils of Christ 05:28
   The blood of christ latches to the soul
Like a worm deep in a dog’s intestine
Burrowing, infesting
Rendering the host void

The infection binds from deep within
His grasp tight around the wrists
Mankind cries out
In the fever dreams of madmen and prophets

But the might of death
Shall not be defeated
By false light of christ
Nor the empty words of prophet

Suffer! the light has never shone
New life will not befall
Suffer! the fear of death
Brings the godly to their knees

Death's victory over life assured
Yet the infected still diminish
The entirety of being
Cowards in the face of the abyss

But the might of death
Shall not be defeated
By false light of christ
Nor the empty words of prophet

Suffer! the light will never shine
Eternal life will not befall
Suffer! the fear of death
Will bring the godly to their knees

In the blink of all mortal life
Would they see the feted lie?
As they step across the gate
In silvery gown, trumpets ablaze

The last breath comes
They see the awaited dream
A dream of life to live anew
Swollen, the parasite falls aside
Their heaven but black unbirth
4. Through Fields of Peasant Graves 07:25
All roads lead north Whether dirt, stone or asphalt Some are hidden from sight And lay buried beneath the earth Some wind 'round trees Others up mountain sides Through fields of peasant graves With stone crosses raised high I stopped on such a road The moon shone overhead I dug the soil by hand And found a hidden path In sleepless solitude i wandered Beneath the roots and barren ground Until my eyes were blinded by white The inverted sun was bright upon my skin A grey sun radiated With a cold ring of cobalt I touched the flame And was absorbed into the light I awoke upon the grass Under a cross of stone I laid there 'til the sun died And the earth was swallowed whole All roads long forgotten And all had turned to ash Through fields of burning graves With stone crosses crumbled I stopped on such a road With nothing overhead I dug the ash by hand And found a hidden path  
5. Unrealized Dreams 05:53
The fountain of disease Spills forth and ruptures Despair eternal Burdens the waker Dissent engulfs An unseeing burning sky Forgotten offers That defile creation So long ago Those that passed before Rejected the offer Of those revered The ancient ones Who heard the offer Denied his word In one thousand tongues In unrealized dreams We tread the bridge of blood A joyous revelry Of our unhuried exile Born of the moon's dissent For reflective posture Our ancient desires Breed in his holy absence Oh, the world! Feel not but our embrace Encircle your bodies Writhe in his departure Consume his flesh As though it were your own See here not the divine And feel the cancer of time
6. Ossuaric Inversion 06:27
Buried in salted barren land My tomb a lie of oppressors Seek me here as errant proof That the burden still endures Uncountable forgotten dreams We cross the bridge of death I see them all before me Storm forever towards the end We sacrificial ibex Foretold this earthly cremation Blasphemic revelries The scourge of his creation These venomous tormentors Cannibal believers Their fate betrayed Haunted by the lies of their fathers On the day of my death When the demons whisper Harshly into my ear I will hear their dripping words Through echoes filled not with grief Renewed in the strength of martyrs A cry of triumph bellows Declaring his holy reign has fallen On the day of my death When the demons whisper Harshly into my ear I will follow their call Forge the path to oblivion Seeking not the path of liars Building there upon his past For the knower of time endures Entombed by the seal In fallen crypts of ancient stone As those before us have endeavored We come forth and unbury the dea  
7. Amalgamation: Time, Space, and Circumstance 06:25
I stared silently at night To watch the bitter snow fall White static set against a violet sky As the last crystal fell I closed the iron gate My heart stoic, frozen in time I wandered alone to the bog Through the mist and fallen trees To see if severed hands would float Submerging into the deep I felt her fingers slip away They will be buried there Forgotten, decayed 'til time comes again that I have need Would we confess? No, never confess How I wish that you could share in my grief To taste the bile that spills as poison from my lips It's the fluid that flows through my veins Then you could taste what I truly am Only after knowing loneliness Can our true selves be revealed  
  44:00



12" black 140 g Vinyl limited to 400 copies 8 paged 297x297mm Booklet 
1. Where Pale Winds Take Them High... 2:12 2. About A Curse Of A Morbid Century 4:04 3. So I´ve Chosen Death 5:44 4. From The Black Crypts Of Fullmoon 4:35 5. Long Way Off... In Silent Nights 4:24 6. Von Unaussprechlichen Kulten 3:30





GREAT COLD EMPTINESS

 


Origen: E.E.U.U., St. Agatha.

Formados: 2014

Estilo: Black atmosférico, funeral doom

Temática: Fantasía, folklore americano, sufrimiento y tradiciones.

Enlaces: Bandcampfacebookinstagram y youtube

Miembros:

  • Meghan Wood Voces
  • Nathan Guerrette Todos los instrumentos y voces
  • Preston Ell Bajo y guitarra

Discografía:

  • Violet Mist & Infrared Stars Demo 2015  
  • Hide Thee from Light EP 2015  
  • Miles Before I Sleep CD 2018
  • Edges of the Earth EP 2018  
  • St. Elm's Fire Demo 2019  
  • Québec EP 2019  
  • Death Gifted a Bouquet CD 2020
  • Immaculate Hearts Will Triumph CD 2023
  • The Death of Ideals Recopilatorio 2023
DEATH GIFTED A BOUQUET (2020) 
Segunda entrega para este proyecto estadounidense con un sonido muy personal que nos ofrece un álbum a medio camino entre el black atmosférico y el funeral doom. El álbum encierra una obra conceptual, de una niña que vive con su madre después de ser abandonaos por su padre y en donde tiene que hacerse fuerte al ver caer a su madre en la depresión y el alcoholismo. Este trabajo consta de cuatro extensos temas repletos de interesantes cambios de ritmo y de enrevesadas disonancias, al mismo  tiempo que no se renuncia a un cierto carácter épico. La música de este "Death Gifted a Bouquet" esta repleta de interesantes e inesperados giros y lo que en momentos se puede identificar como shoegaze pronto da paso a estilos como el funeral doom, sin olvidarnos de secciones que tienen que ver con el black atmosférico. Todo el conjunto se encuentra rodeado de un aura de melancolía que se acentúa con la profundidad y la candencia de los momentos más doom del álbum, aspectos como el de las voces se han cuidado al detalle, registros profundos y desgarradores propios de estilos como el funeral doom se contraponen a las secciones en la cuales Meghan Wood (Crown of Asteria), entra en escena y lleva su música a terrenos más intensos y llenos de desesperación. La música logra imbuir al oyente en un ambiente casi que enfermizo y muy profundo, sonidos atmosféricos repletos de emociones como la soledad, el empleo de sintetizadores para remarcar la emotividad del conjunto y los cambios de ritmo que permiten transitar entre partes que languidecen en medio de la oscuridad a otras secciones mucho más directas, con un batería mucho más efectiva y presente pero que no rebaja la emotividad del conjunto. Nathan ha creado otra obra de sonido muy personal, con diferentes estilos e influencias perfectamente engranados, repleto de emotividad e intesidad. (8,3).




1. The Erotic Waltz 15:02
  The Elkmother speaks to me
She tells me many things
Of those without faith
Of the soul searching and the destitute
Those left scathing in the scuttles of time

Born of the heavens yet made to wander here
On this infernal plain of Abraham
Sitting alone by the fire, a nymph came to me
And spoke of her ancestors with a poisoned tongue

Now she rests by the pools of Bacchus
Indulged in the ecstasy of wine and erotica
Lest she will fall to even darker seductions
Only her descendants will know of her descent

Fortunes gifted by a mass of writhing tendrils
Eyes that gaze beyond the furthest horizons
I've been there, a lonesome blind pilgrim
I've traveled for far too long
And as I sit 'neath the firmament
I can almost see you dancing with all her daughters
In these flames that I will soon fall into
Where I will see you again
2. The Breadmaker's Daughter 12:40
  A dark wind blows
A woman gathers her clothes before the coming storm
Her curtains dance

She shouts her husband's name
To a plaguelike sky
Thunder rolls on by

Her daughter rests by the shoreline
A sun waits behind an iron armada
His gentle kiss blows away from her

When she sleeps, her mother curses the northern winds
A pasture, a well and the first harvest of the year
To dream is to die alone
To stay is to die inside

She could almost touch the color of the wheat
Before it faded into the grey

A man of oak stood next to her
A hand on her shoulder, she was beckoned into the night

The lantern has almost run out of oil
And the snow keeps getting deeper
The bread is burning over the hearth
And the wind keeps on howling
The mother of a fatherless child cries herself to sleep
And the void keeps on growing
3. The Little Deer 18:06
A dying fawn laughs And a new night comes To each their own, but I Was led my the fleeting bliss of youth A hearth lay empty Cold and flickering Waiting for a traveler to gather it Up into his arms The flight of those once made sacred A waste of futile existence Why tend to the flock if they all die anyways? From the calmest days, Shall you lead an uneasy kayak through the harshest storms And for you to rest only enrages her more Who am I to ease my suffering? To writhe in the snare, To carve marks into the bone Shall only appease the hunter more Or does it pity him, that he would starve without you Alas, the fawn slowly withers But not without the joyful weeping Of Saturn's rotten hand
4. The Withering Pyre 22:07
An October night howls and a cabin lay empty For the cold hands grasped her Not unlike a drafty attic in December Or a moth stuck in a cedar wardrobe Born from the black cube of Andromeda I have been given stigmata from Orion The great bear of the cosmos follows me As he searches for the lost twins of time In my hands, a knife from the forests For which I shall cleanse the waters 'round my home Death gifted me a bouquet That will silence the eternal blaze of the wood fire By these shores, we have called this cabin our home Do you remember the perfume of burning spruce and honey Or the gentle petrichoral whispers of the northern rain Would you give that up for your false idea of freedom? A skeleton wanders these empty fields In search of meaning He ignores the shrieks of gods Or the orgies of Saturn as they call his name Ages and ages have passed by these woods And yet, she lays awake wandering in these wastes A bent pine growing ever closer towards the night A whale howling to the evergloam As he vanished into the darkwood A moonlit burial ground Shards of glass fall from her neck And a child sings of a withering pyre
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