Metal Monday CCXXXXV - Apparitions

2/3/2019

This week begins a triple threat from a wicked band called Oubliette. Melodic and cold, these next few weeks will be rife with darkness, decay, and despair. Try to escape from that hidden pit or be forgotten and consumed by the blackness abound, haunted by the raspy, wailing call of a woman's voice.
(Keywords: Oubliette, SepticFlesh, Daylight Dies, Endlesshade)

Palingenesis

Undeserving of the beauty she bestowed
Neglected into ruins
Ignorance has soiled the dirt, tainted the waters
Evoking this pandemic revenge

She fantasized about the day
When she would wipe human waste away
Her spiteful grin grows in perpetuum
There is no hiding, our time is nigh

The earth quakes in anger
Storms sweep across the land
Buildings lay in waste
Majestic fields burn red with fire

Undeserving of the beauty she bestowed
Neglected into ruins
Archaic mountains shatter and blanket the past
The annihilation of man

Oceans rise, tides sweep over the nations
Artifacts scattered and we are battered among the waves
Drowning in our own destruction
Suffocated by her rage

Her omnipotence has conquered
Aeons of creation now barren
A new beginning, dawn of palingenesis
Age of renewal

She fantasized about the day
When she would wipe human waste away
Her spiteful grin grows in perpetuum
There is no hiding, our time is nigh

https://oubliette.bandcamp.com/album/apparitions

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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)