Metal Monday XCIV - The Rain

12/11/2017

Let is not be forgotten that I do enjoy more than one genre of Metal. As of late, it has been mostly Black Metal, mixed with some Folk and Death. However, Melodic Death Metal is one of my most beloved types. Two words...Omnium Gatherum.
So, this week, we return with a single produced by Aetherian. A mighty and riffing track that howls and beats with a wicked pace. One listen beckons another, to feed on the energy these giants cascade upon the land. Let the force of this select piece aid in your weekly rituals and routines.

Into each life some rain must fall
Some days must be dark and cold
The raindrops fall
At every gust of wind the dead leaves drop
Countless cleansing voices
Unite and demonize
The dry and dusty plight
Left by days of brutal beating sun
Embrace the storm inside
Traces of roots forgotten
Blessed by the gods of rain
Since the days of yore
Its beauty fulfilling
The sun returns its warmth
Its beauty fulfilling
As your soul journeys
I see the lightning in the storm
The tempest rage above
Led by fury divine
And the morning when the clouds scatter
From the soil life’s born
Once again
The sun returns its warmth
Into each life some rain must fall
Some days must be dark and cold
The raindrops fall
At every gust of wind the dead leaves, fall

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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)