Metal Monday CXVI - Death In The Cemetary

5/28/2018

We return this week with a previous favorite, Old Forest. Harkening back to the beginning, this album pierces the quiet with haunting wails and ominous cords, stirring things in the blackness beyond, twisting to tear your soul asunder, and ravage your world with darkness.

Beyond this, I have been collecting a bevy of new treats to unleash in the weeks ahead. After acquiring this album, I now seek to find Tales of the Sussex Weald, which is owed to me but I tire of waiting. Until next week, my acolytes. Darken the windows, invite the cold, and steel yourself for the blackness unleashed!

To purchase or peruse more Old Forest, click below:
https://mordgrimm.bandcamp.com/album/into-the-old-forest

A landscape of tombs,
bearing forests and caves.

Damp is the soil in this silent place,
as I come closer graves appear from the fog.
Black clouds hide away the sun,
the wind sends chill and the moon appears.

Far off, in the distance,
I hear wolves baying.
Creatures of the night,
that smell my blood.

The screaming gets louder,
and I see their eyes.

I run to my grave

(repeat all)

Lyrics provided by https://www.metal-archives.com/bands/Old_Forest/794

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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)