Metal Monday XXXIX - Dying World

11/14/2016

Once again, no lyrics, although I know most of the words to the song but don't feel like sitting here and scrawling them out. I'd rather you experience the crushing sounds and heavy riffs for yourself. Doom metal done right in my book, an epic one that brings me back and makes me hope for more from this promising band.

UPDATE!!!! I decided to submit and chronicle the lyrics for Dying World. You're welcome.

Dying World by Lord Mountain

Open your eyes my son,
We must ride,
Our path leads through the dying world

Echoes ride the wind,
They sing of sorcery,
A plague upon this land

O warrior,
You must raise your sword,
Up to the blackened sky

Tyrant calls for war,
That he holds the key,
He'll make them all his slaves

Upon the tower,
There he stands,
Thousands beneath his hand

Legions of the Cross,
They will all obey,
The symbol that he holds

Hopeless we are,
Now with this war,
We say our final words

Ravens fill the skies,
They will feed on those,
Those who oppose his will

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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)