Metal Monday LXXI - The Wolves Fell Quiet

7/3/2017

As usual, the first thing that hooked me was the art on the album cover. It immediately reminds me of a yeti or wendigo, some great forest creature disturbed by a trespasser. The young woman wielding a blade is ready to fight should the beast attack. The wild mysteries of the visuals only grow deeper and more profound as the journey continues into the pummeling prowess of the sound itself.

The Wolves Fell Quiet

Beyond the taiga in frozen hemlock groves
By lakeside fires, red halos in the snow
The ancient ones dance

The creatures of the night replied in kind
Their howls rising up through canyons
And into the night

In throes and wails they cast their plight
Summoning the one whose heart is ice
Who ever starves but never dies

The creatures of the night replied in kind
Their howls rising up through canyons
And into the night

At last a great shadow rose up from the flame
And turned its fiery gaze upon me
A great pall fell across the land
And I remembered their cry
The cry of the wolves
Their cry

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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)