I seek the ice that forms at the edges of all things,
The half-places outermost.
Quietus, the winter of all.
Hibernaculum, the heart of all.
Brittle in reverence, bow --
Before all becomes mercury.
Bodiless sea, and beyond, great silence.
Far from the keep of familiar idols,
Here stirs the breath from beyond,
Across the nought, knows not shore.
It cannot be, yet was forever given.
In places most still
Echoes all the wordless thunder,
Murmuring chasms of blood-dark light.
Homesick am I
For nameless places
Where I am foreign --
For perpetual return
To what I have never known.
On wings of red sulfur.
Pneuma, wake in every hall
And cavern of my inmost,
As once you touched sea before light.
In every sacred shrine:
Sanctum gives unto well,
Well gives unto sea,
Sea gives unto chasm,
Chasm gives unto thee.
From this secret fire I cannot repent.
For this I was called into being --
For this, named forth from the void.
So end my dyad and swallow my death!
Converge parallel rays -- solved in one, ever-distinct,
Swallowed in telos,
World without end.
(Knower of the field and the harvest)
From the field of this black hierurgy
To the solar blood, through white and red,
The sickle turns upon itself,
O firstborn from among the dead.
(Stone-set my face against the world's dying starlight)
Make me a blasphemy
Against the star that rules the age;
Phosphoros, dawn within my heart,
Beyond all world's and flesh's rage.
(In everliving fire of the fluxion)
On wings of theion borne aflame,
As burning adamant unburned,
Inscribed with secret, sainted name.
(So long I've sat dreaming through glass darkly of your face)
In living I want nothing more,
In dying nothing more I seek,
But I should come to you at last
And tremble as my name you speak.
punishing you with the most crushingly cosmic; blissful, violent, majestic; psychedelic visions of entropy and conquerment by the space-slug-slime slave overlords you never knew you wanted. an incredible experience bar none. ∞/10 ggallinwench
Atmospheric / Black / Doom / Death - Metal packed in 4 Songs with a running Time from 64 Minutes.......
Dark, grim, fast, melancholic and technical with a Mix from "Deathspell Omega" / "Ruins of Beverast" / "Leviathan (USA)" and "Dødsengel".......
No more Words left and just speechless.........
This world is built upon lies. Who we are, who we could be--predetermined, predestined, set in stone before we are even born. But it doesn't have to be that way. Lies can be exposed, foundations leveled, new structures built of blood and bone--living, screaming, free. Dave Aftandilian
A corrosive mix of death, doom, psychedelia, and black metal, the Portland quartet’s debut full-length is a bona fide underground monolith that shapeshifts with each listen, all while maintaining its essential heaviness. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 1, 2019