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lyrics
Summer’s warmth drifts away
As autumn’s gown descends
Still untorn by the winds
Still safe from winter’s grey
Yellow forests cry
Women stand alert
Their swollen bellies churn
Invigorated they reply
With voices loud and bright
Their faces ooze allure
Their lips part
Ecstatically and as one they recite
“Women, in summer wait for love
And you, born of woman, must prepare
To stab and burden whom you can and if they won’t conceive, continue to another who is bare”
Their skirts, like branches fraught with leaves
Spread like a path
Cut through dark woods that leads
Men toward their task
May she that bears no fruit die in shame
Autumn turns greenery to gold
Dead leaves fall, collecting on the ground
Baryba’s face is hidden deep below. The women strain to hear the roar they know he’ll cry when he’s found
They plead “Baryba, let us know
Where your head rests,
Now that our wombs have grown
Our forms attest
That we have carried fruit in your name”
“Forest, show me where he waits!”
Point where we must go!”
They dig through fallen leaves
While their bellies stretch and grow
Their weary bodies sink
But still they wander on
They lift themselves and run
With what strength has not yet gone
The glowing sun soars high
To perish behind trees
Where frantic voices fly
And pursuing women plead
“Forest, show me where!”
Trees shiver and obey
Their leaves pour
Inviting those still in search to exclaim
“Here is god!
His stone head revealed!”
They kiss his face and meet his static glare
“Accept what we bring,
This small fruit we yield.
Forgive us, this was all that we could bare”
They dance for their god
His face now concealed
By children born to those assembled there
supported by 16 fans who also own “They Seek Baryba”
Can't believe I'm getting on this 2 years late. Such a well-crafted experience, it is exactly what I've been craving out of the doomgaze subgenre. Heavy, sprawling, dark and mysterious. Heroin is less addictive. Magnus Blackwood
supported by 16 fans who also own “They Seek Baryba”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal
supported by 15 fans who also own “They Seek Baryba”
A beautiful cacophony of some of the most tuneful and atmospheric sonic landscapes that I've heard this year. Dream Unending is pushing the artistic boundaries of what is possible in death/black metal. A brilliant listen. ottoman91