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Fuscus: Strings of the Black Lyre


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Shaken by lies The swine make holy sounds "Tin-eyed" accused They whisper intrigue Faces cut through the spray Sororal cruel cancellation Finding faith so distant Grows hate in the dark Vaunted procession Inquisitor Blame of conspiracy Riverine extirpation Carried deep into the bog Entombed in brackish swell Banished by the coward's lot A curse upon your kith and kin Inside the grey the larvae play and dance upon the crown Come to my side at vespertide and revel with the drowned Convocation of niveous harvesters Enthralled by the light of rage Revenge and pain wash away decayed flesh Offering to the Great Grey Witch Horror in bloom Fluttering Luminate Dead Forest night Primeval sylvan song Foetid Lake of the Grey Daughter Forsaken Scapegoat of the flock Deviant bitch Curious devil Blasphemous corpse “For the hands you laid upon me - I WILL RETURN For the loss of all my children - I WILL RETURN For the sins committed in your ignorance - I WILL RETURN For the ones you hold so dear... - I WILL RETURN”
In the hour of the witch's night With fires burning bright A slender shadow passes near To carry off your children fair Hands like branches Creaking with age Entrance young minds As the lyre plays Warped and withered frightful hag Unmoved by the fists of man Drifts to the fallen trees Where the phantom music emanates All about the cries rang out and torches blazed; desperate search for the missing Never knowing all the while sleepers at the edge of the forest listened Hastening the total subrogation of the untouched bloodline Bitter mystifying dread horripilation; familiar faces under bottle flies No one knows from whence she came or how she came to be Indeed a daemon aberration not of this plane Occult magnum power execrable; none may comminate Ordained in the distant gloom of eyes glowing and pained Come to the weald Bring your faith and fire Fall's somber dance Escape the pyre Draw the beast from darkness bound Before the mucid circle Clouded copse of rancid death Graves! Barren earth among the dense and deadly thickets The trees dressed in sigils esoteric and rufescent Prey on the lost of the mad mass witch hunt Counting the strings of The Black Lyre's spell Fly from the gyre of the once dead hex-born Canticles choke the air from Hell The fateful few surviving raced the horses to the church's guarding, mangled and despondent from the loss Never truly seeing but disposed to now believing panicked stories of the things among the moss On dirty knees they bow Praying to their god Demented and lamenting The girl they gave the rod They're here now...
Amnioticysts 04:58
In the mist And underneath the shadow The Grey Queen awaits Benumbed Flailing at the Adhene Too lost in their softened guise Saline-kissed Lexemes trist Countess points to the Spun mounds Mortal bounty snare Bloodless approach Faithful trepidation Fatalistic hearts Listless struggle Waxlike pupal dungeon Exalt the Green Spit her favour unto hungry jaws With the moment for mercy past The carapace groans with purpose They crack the shells and slither forth Vanish shrieking into Mother's twilight ether Proverb received: An eye for an eye A plague returned for The Father's lies Metachromatic underlings Striated horde Carry the webs of reprisal All trapped up in bassinet forms The hour of rebirth is at hand The hour of the sword Fortressed in geotic residence Alms for the rape of the land On destitute towers await Peer out and skyward Diabolical pockmarked horizon Hail from above Animal drone, the wind arcane Annihilation the only path Juvenile tongues mock sanity Touch of the witch along the swath
Lungwort 05:02
Lambs of penance resting in peace Not all wounds mend with time Menace in their veins Dignity lost is hatred gained Vines and leaves hanging from the old growth like the hair of a stone-faced crone Rays of dusk disturb the grotesque shrouded mandrake - spied from slits afar Faceless phantasm Cloaked in tattered vestments Exaggerated fingers Fade into the seams Catenate And follow its trail Round the roots Encased in white cocoons Abandoned shells No children to be found Scent of moldy debris Echoes of flapping wings The eyes upon them watching The lunar choir sings "Attende Domine, et miserere, Quia peccavimus tibi" "Look to the southern stars And follow the left hand path From which the moon shall swallow the seas And summon thee to her embrace" Pain in their lungs Bound up in poison Narcotic vapor Imps incant Enraptured regret An offering Redeem the souls claimed for naught Bones made whole slave caste bought Once night falls Til day breaks The rite of conversion concludes; to be alive You were warned to stay away It is no longer our burden - your refusal to adhere You have done this to yourselves Now see what your malice has wrought See your little ones See how glorious they have become
Legions form the seal of thralldom Forgery of Winter's penetrant effulgent frost Dizzying unceasing thrashing of moths Overrun sentries without restriction Reflections in the onyx pools Unblinking obverse Colonization of the viscid ivory city Usurp Feast - Fall Dark - Light Blood - Sea Queen - Witch Death - Life Home - Hell Fire... Chitinous hooks in the cracks - Claw louder Creeping suffocating writhing worms Devouring fulgor, raging bright - Impulsive fiends Eulogy to an ending world razed by flame Cremation Nature abhors Forced asymetry Deep-spawned athanasia Answer in the ashes The great and mighty purge To Hell To blood And dust! Through smoke and embers Skeletal blight Incrassate totems Autotomy In ruins Return to obscurity Haunted aura Incites the lyre
The emerald river Silent Entombed palaces Burning Remnants protruding From the earth Like hands grasping Grave reminders Inhuman Remains Wet willows weeping Anoint the cursed Serpents persist In apathy Wallow in the waste Slumbering The eyes Shadows still watching Her song Reverberates Through the mist Seduced by the master's sweet skein Sycophants Carry their load with larks hanging high Unhallowed The dreaded Black Lyre Heralds the witch's return The hour of eldritch suffering Delays the convalescence Charred faces of the icons Sink into charcoal clay coffins The forest bears the scars A lost family Never charged to recompense For brutality Put down like mongrels For want of understanding Spiritual hysteria For pages of sand And the rain can't extinguish the fire (extinguish their souls) That which burns eternal (burns the blood) Tragic contempt for the authors (authors of ignorance) Born of salt in the lungs (salt in the wounds) Nebulous beyond the cataract Daughter of the unnatural hoarfrost cast from rime Starvation Phantom maceration She plucks the strings with hunger pangs Exigent thirst Oceans; but not a drop to taste A symphony of anguish Not alone Edge of reality Her toxic touch never far away Desiccant Mouth of the desert stream Forever left to drain “By order of the Court of the Right Hand The girl is charged with the known practice of witchcraft Her sins have been witnessed to have caused the murder of five townspeople And presumably countless others” “We shall go now to the river and obtain from her a confession If she be not willing to confess then her death will confirm her guilt”



Jewel case CD, 16-page full color booklet with lyrics

Deep in the primordial darkness of the swamp, the Great Grey Witch watches and waits for her time for revenge...

THE WAKEDEAD GATHERING's third full-length album, “Fuscus: Strings of The Black Lyre” presents the story of a witch hunt that turns hunter into prey and the children of those so-called “righteous” perpetrators into something… not entirely human! Visually accompanied by the terrifying artwork of Karmazid, the sounds and screams on this album portray the anguish of victim and aggressor alike.

Although the lyrical contents could remind of King Diamond's horror concepts, with “Fuscus: Strings of The Black Lyre” THE WAKEDEAD GATHERING continue on the usual path of dark death metal, veering from time to time into strange territories tinged with black metal (“Blood From The Earth”) and even funeral doom (the incipit of the album's closing track, “An Ancient Tradition”). Tortured vocals and murky tones emanate from the swamp and out through the night air to invade the minds of those unfortunate enough to bear witness to the nightmare.

To those who would dismiss scientific inquiry in favour of dogmatic religious fanaticism, these tracks send a warning and a sense of dread that what you abused and left to rot may come back to destroy you...


released February 5, 2016

A. Lampe - all instruments and voices

Recorded and mixed Spring 2015
Post production assistance and mastering by Bell Collars Bizarre

Cover art by Karmazid
Photos by E. Lampe
Art direction and layout by Francesco Gemelli

Cat. No. IVR051


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