Metal Monday CCL - My Ancient Roots

3/10/2019

This week is quite a special one...The 250th showcase Metal Monday presented by your Mad Barron. This is a stellar showcase from an artist called Forest Cult. Having created only one track (as far as I can find or discern), My Ancient Roots is a powerfully chilling track that begins quite simple and explodes into a blackened whirlwind of spirits and whispers calling to your fragile mortality. This singular, nearly ten minute track carries a massive weight and immense creativity that is much appreciated. I have had this track on repeat since I discovered it and I have waited to present this epic piece.
Do yourself a favor, at least look at the lyrics. All of else will face death and this track has an awesome approach and acceptance of this inevitable event for us all. Allow this message to instill a greater strength within you for this week ahead, undetered by pain. Throw up some horns for Forest Cult, look back at your lineage, fear not of the future. /,,/
https://forestcult.bandcamp.com/album/my-ancient-roots
http://www.sicktwins.com/my-ancient-roots.html

MY ANCIENT ROOTS

Moon on its pale light
illuminates my way
To snow-covered ground
my shade falls

In front of me I see
my ancient roots
Where I once belonged
the place of birth

A cold wind
whispers my name
Spirits from the woods
calls the weak

My time is near
I'm becoming one of them
The faint light in me
starts to fade...

(Now)
Carry my fragile body away
from this mortal realm
It is time to prepare
for eternal life, beyond

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THE MAD BARRON

QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)