"Skagos is an altar of life, crafted by living hands, guided by a living mind, in a world dead, but ever dreaming" These wild, woodland wraiths are most impressive. They bring about fire and sorrow, strewn about in the dark, cold forests. The pace and creativity reminds me of that of ALDA and Agalloch, which many few seem capable of capturing that timberland essence such as they. This track comes from a split with Panopticon, an I have heard of during my journeys but only recently have I given my due attention.
As the weather begins to cool and the rains take hold of the land, I gaze out into that black forest just outside the window and listen for the sounds of madness that spawn such creativity. Away from the cities, among the trees, the darkness is near absolute and ones mind begins to wander. Will you join me this week, out here beneath the silver coated sky, and summon the fires of old to warm your weary and wet bones? The cold creeps closer with each day so let us bolster our resolve and prepare for the darkness ahead.
Worldeater- swallower of worlds and devourer or the biosphere:
my wounds are salted by every lapsing second
of thy malevolent subsistence.
The earth is darker than conception, and yet the lights never fade.
False stars cast forged light across the faces of hollow, ecclesiastic deities.
May you wade through the entrails of your enemies.
The drought earth thirsts for man's blood
Nefarious whittling in the worship of progress...
The last communities dance with the guile of wraiths,
drowning in miserable rebellion,
wading through the entrails of an artificial beast.
Ancient fires are eclipsed,
but never are they extinguished
as the embers of atavism smolder.
Redemption is a ship sunk thousands of years ago:
New beginnings must be found.
THE MAD BARRON
The Source Of The Metal