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The Shores of Nowhere
The Shores of Nowhere
Field Recording contributions from Yewbic and Leady
Disciplines of Iron
Disciplines of Iron
By the will of institutional demi gods, man has forged more from iron with the intent to kill. As from a fear of survival and life itself, apparitions of death and profit loom from dormant leviathans now stirring.
StormShard
StormShard
The smoking obsidian cracks, a shard of blackened grey 'neath the veil of dream weavers where all is wrought. Look deep into the black glass-like stone, for it too looks back into thee. And so the storm beckons in deep tones.
The Riddled Husk
The Riddled Husk
The earth shutters in atrophy - winged metal craft survey concrete eating landscape - the organic semblance peels away, burning industries incorporate survival logic, hording vast material resources drawn from the riddled husk.
Princess of Death
Princess of Death
Where ashen skies weep their greave, her dress of sloe-ebon pon tears of forever autumn, the forest beyond sways in predominant hymns 'neath the darkened sky. She watches silently the falling rain amongst verdant gardens.
Interlude (od to the battle of hastings)
Interlude (od to the battle of hastings)
Their blood runs deep and strong through the ages whence the earth drank, radiant memories passed - As forefathers that march toward the fray of battle.
Darkfead
Darkfead
Weaved 'neath the blue hue of moonlight, awaiting.. watching the ebon clouds, bidding the scent of ageless forests. And so the night's pulse implores.. eternal within this cycle of dark tranquility.
The Blind Seamstress
The Blind Seamstress
Oh Negative crimson, how thy poureth from an August wound unto a silver platter, of paths rent asunder in the warm flow of blood, laughing finally at the unseen design of death's season which grows colder still.
The Flowing of Terra
The Flowing of Terra
The sentient orb awakens from eons of slumber. Her cyclic endeavor is heard in the crashing of waves, in the forming of mountains - her twin stars resonate, pulling her through existence, bestowing gifts of season.
Empires of Sand
Empires of Sand
The toil of power and structure yields to its own failure, This inanimate clockwork has repeated it's downfall since the dawn of remembrance - Men have sought to build empires upon shifting sand, they all have crumbled.
The Tree of Lament
The Tree of Lament
Yielded from the earth through voids of concrete, structures of the earth's blood eat and churn of the Tree's soil. She observes the thirst of dark industries - shadows upon the landscape.
A Desolate End
A Desolate End
These apparitions repeat, sprawling sires they speak unfathomably and remain trapped of the past betwixt the broken shards of their making. 4113034
Augery of Sloe
Augery of Sloe
Lo to the blinded, red skies bear imminent gainst the cold blackness of humanity's ashes. The Wind scented a synthetic flame, Mechanical snakes scale the riddled husk as silence reigns of absence and life bereft. 1952163
Intro (the witching hour eternal)
Intro (the witching hour eternal)
The hour strikes twelve in hymns to the night, moonlight illuminates patterns of spring and the silver shimmer of storms.
