Metal Monday XXII - Forests Ash By Dawn

5/9/2016

Another week, another soul stirring piece of Metal for your week. Currently, I am unable to track down lyrics to this particular track, brought into reality by a band known as Wayfarer. They share some similarities with another band I am very fond of, Gwynbleidd. They also remind me of Agalloch as well. Both have dwelled here more than once, and with Wayfarers new album on the way, I can guarantee they will make another appearance. They also fall into my "Long Tracks For Long Treks" list, of which I plan on updating regularly. For now, I will provide the link to their website directly. I am still seeking lyrics but the current mystery and allure is actually enjoyable. Drink deep of this track, let it carry you onward, downward, somewhere that only your soul can take you. Look upon that whirling horizon and break its hold, dip deep through the cold and bitter days, claim your prize with fire and ferocity. Be as a wolf upon a lonely mountain, seek your prey, wander your killing fields, play when all is well, and keep a good pack.

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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)