Metal Monday LXXXVI - The Old Ones Are With Us

10/16/2017

This track has been chosen in honor of my chance to witness these colossal wood wraiths tear their way across the States. Oddly enough, I have been watching a series that roused a similar ache for the call of the old ones. Even more so, I find myself tired as of late, looking out upon the world and yearning for something...different. Perhaps my sojourn to gaze upon Pillorian and the Wolves In The Throne Room will aid my weary bones. Regardless of my sorows and struggles, this incredible opportunity will be nothing short of epic. Heres to a monstrous week.

Winter is dying
The sun is returning
The ice is receding
Rivers are flowing

The ground will be fertile
The seeds they awake
The ploughs will be charmed
The spirits rejoicing

The fires are burning
The offerings are given
The children are singing
The old ones are with us

We are becoming

The drow command the fires to burn
And the wine to flow
Wraiths watch in envy
Grapes and a chalice of gold
Reign under the stars

Laughter and song in the night
Bring tears to their eyes
And my soul thaws
In the decadence of night
The dead world stirs

Here In the halls of Anwyn.
The food of the dead lie untouched

Four headed dragon
Slit eyed
Crouched
Birthed
Ennobling flame
The blood flows

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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)