Metal Monday CCXXXX - Ancestal Embers Shall Burn

12/10/2018

Empyrean Plague... Here is an artist that embodies power. The energy and fire I feel from this album is a rarity, reminding me of Barrowlands and Gwynbleidd in style and prowess. It is haunting, wild, a raging storm. The showcase track, and album named, "Ancestral Embers Shall Burn" is a mighty entity, alongside the other pieces that make up a sundering and strong album. This to the fury grow and swell, resonating with a primordial weight. (The last two minutes is absolutely astounding)

This is what this week needs. As winter draws near and death grips the earth may we gather round the hearth and remember the old ways, the ancient things before us. The great struggle that enables us to move forward, a pact made with blood and sorrow, paid by all in the end, and all who came. Stoke the fires of your soul and renew that fire as this year dies, readying ourselves to emerge next year like the mighty phoenix.

https://empyreanplague.bandcamp.com/album/ancestral-embers-shall-burn

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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)