Metal Monday LXXXVIII - Crimson Waves of Autumnal Flames

10/30/2017

Another stellar album from Mavradoxa. This is a mighty track, that grows and churns, shakes the trees and earth, howls upon the wind. It alone is monstrous, yet it surrounded by equally gigantic creations, each thundering and claiming the air, haunting it, sundering the silence. Come, sit by the fire, peer into those dark woods and let the whispers and wails of these wraiths consume you.

Autumn ephemeral,
Paints the rivers of ambrosia
Ocean empyreal,
Scorched by whirlwinds of leaves ablaze
Luster eternal,
Mirror of water suffused with flame
Ardent inferno,
Coalesce in the reflection

Autumn ephemeral,
Where fire betroths the amber sky
Ocean empyreal,
Where I contemplate the pale allure
Luster eternal,
Where the sorrows bleed from walls of ash
Ardent inferno,
Coalesce in the reflection

I am an ageless metanoia…
Dendritic spines enchain these woods
With mystic fire, I shall reclaim
this ligneous sanctum of light

I am an ageless metanoia…
Forever flowing in formless streams
My ichor adorns the burning leaves
Revel in the ecstasy of my embrace

Gall to ambrosia, flood the landscape
Verdure from withered oak, flood the sylvan maze

A Lethean lament
resounds through the ravine
Chalice of dendritic bone
intoxicates the pale Selene

Crimson waves of autumnal flame
cascade down to consume the nadir
Pulsing Sol, ensorcell the day
Cast forth your metamorphic breath!

Bronze resin from serpent wounds
seeps into the streams of woe
Saffron specters, meandering,
encircled with luminous glow

Crimson waves of autumnal flame
Cascade down to consume the nadir
Pulsing Sol, ensorcell the day
Cast forth your metamorphic breath

Gall to ambrosia…
Verdure from withered oak…

The wilderness chants a scornful knell of imprecation
As auriferous embers scorch the ashen remains
Pillars of formless flame engulf the plateau in celebration
Towards the vast…towards the endless...
O Inferno divine!

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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)