Metal Monday CIV - Ashes of Man and Oak and Pine

2/25/2018

Wyrd...I had seen that name before in passing but was unaware of the power they possessed. I have been enchanted once more by a wild and strange call from the darkened woods and thunderous mountains. Huldrafolk holds two long tracks that carry a magnitude of creativity and range. The entire thing is a haunting gift from the cold north that seems to give and give. Start your week off right...start your week of Wyrd.

Life fades away like the days
Autumnal rains sweep the plains
Once at one's journey's end
So short seem our days
The eternal arrow of life
Points to one direction only
No matter how you try
The wheel keeps on turning

Flames of life, flames of death
Ashes of man and oak and pine
Mingle and soar beyond the day
Far beyond, north away

Into the glacial waters
Of the ice cold northern lakes
The flame of life has sunken
Deep down below the waves
The skyline aflame burning red
And the flames caress the stars
Like fallen from the skies
They mirror from water's placid surface

Follow the sun, follow the moon
Ashes of man and oak and pine
Mingle and soar into the night
Far beyond, north away

While you live let your spirit soar
And your fire burn forevermore
As those who crawl
Might as well be gone

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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)