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Acoustic guitar and plucked cello riffs combined into a hypnotically repetitive dirge with a spoken word piece taken from 'Paradise Lost' by Milton.
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Sinister, depressive ambient funeral doom. Twisted viral shrouds of decay cloy at the edges of your dreams, tearing your soul into scattered suicidal fragments.
Methuselah is my dark ambient / doom solo project. The first release 'Tales From The Blasted Heath' was largely inspired by Mortiis & Joy Division, and the writings of HP Lovecraft. Since then, Lovecraft's writing have remained a constant source of lyrical inspiration along with other authers such as Brian Lumley, Edgar Allen Poe and M R James. The second full-length album 'Miserere' is a 2 part CD, with tracks weighing in at 28 minutes each. More organic sounds are used here, with minimal percussion and long, suffocating, mesmeric samples. The resultant brooding atmosphere has an almost tangible force. Following that, 'The Burrowers Beneath' is a lot lighter in feel, with clearly structured compositions featuring string instruments, minimal synths and spoken word passages. Latest album 'The Sleeper In The Abyss' is the most clearly Lovecraftian in theme. This recording combines dense, sinister synth drones with lush string sections, and an over-lying feeling of dread.
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Electronic • Ambient
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Peak #477
Peak in subgenre #49
Author
Matt Barker
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Matt Barker
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February 18, 2004
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MP3 6.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Acoustic guitar and plucked cello riffs combined into a hypnotically repetitive dirge with a spoken word piece taken from 'Paradise Lost' by Milton.
Lyrics
O thou that with surpassing Glory crownd, Look'st from thy sole Dominion like the God Of this new World; at whose sight all the Starrs Hide thir diminisht heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy Spheare; Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n against Heav'ns matchless King: Ah wherefore! he deservd no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. What could be less then to afford him praise, The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me, And wrought but malice; lifted up so high I sdeind subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to ow; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then? O had his powerful Destiny ordaind Me some inferiour Angel, I had stood Then happie; no unbounded hope had rais'd Ambition. Yet why not? som other Power As great might have aspir'd, and me though mean Drawn to his part; but other Powers as great Fell not, but stand unshak'n, from within Or from without, to all temptations arm'd. Hadst thou the same free Will and Power to stand? Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to accuse, But Heav'ns free Love dealt equally to all? Be then his Love accurst, since love or hate, To me alike, it deals eternal woe. Nay curs'd be thou; since against his thy will Chose freely what it now so justly rues. Me miserable! which way shall I flie Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire? Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n. O then at last relent: is there no place Left for Repentance, none for Pardon left? None left but by submission; and that word DISDAIN forbids me, and my dread of shame Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc'd With other promises and other vaunts Then to submit, boasting I could subdue Th' Omnipotent. Ay me, they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vaine, Under what torments inwardly I groane; While they adore me on the Throne of Hell, With Diadem and Scepter high advanc'd The lower still I fall, onely Supream In miserie
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