Jonah - vocals
Hal - guitar
Taylor - drums
Mike - guitar/vocals
Yailen - bass/vocals
Martin - drone/samples
Media Tree Records
April 2nd, 2010.
CD version by Media Tree Recordings (ltd.100).
Tape version by Gay Scientist Recordings.
Digital release by Alien8 Recordings.
A Crown of Smoke on the Brow of the Earth
In the darkest reaches of abiotic space, dust, there, sets to thrumming. and from a thousand fields there arose a lowing. from the trees – forests stormed with wings, beating out the invocation – AWAKEN. the invitation - AWAKEN. i saw one beast brought lo
w, and the others set to paening. i saw one beast brought low, humbled and in chains, and the others set to paening. in the smoke of its brow, i swear, i saw the crown of creation, the crown of our erasure. awaken. you elder machinery, rotted and forgotten, and tear the reins from usurper hands.
Sleep Forever in the Brine
Look out, cast your gaze across this expanseless grey. the first wave, it swallowed our islands. the second wave took our coasts. the third wave, it swelled our rivers, gorged our lakes, now it takes the canyons, takes the plains. and what of the last wave? i’m guided by the beauty of our weapons. i’m guided by the raindrops upon my skin. it’s coming now, coming to reward us, that we may (finally) drink our fill. where will you go? where will you go when the water fills your lungs? when you bob up, bloated and tempest-toss’d, cast adrift on a shoreless oblivion? pray you’ve learned to swim. when your destiny arrives, a crashing tide, and the ocean reclaims the land, pray you’ve learned to swim. or sleep forever in the brine.
This Even Doom
Aurora mors ontologica. aurora ultima thule. how fitting a tribute that one such as i should bear solitary witness to the unfolding of the end, as man saw his end unfolding in me. the breath of the earth rises to consume the darkness behind the stars. as the dust blankets the snow, cloaked in the ghostly residue of stars unspun, bleached by aeons of drifting. how fitting, as man saw his end unfolding in me… and what of this end, this graceful apocalypse? the depths of matter will accept us back, out of living isolation, enfolded back into the elementary hell of the cosmic forge. there should be no mourning. there shall be no graves. no gnashing of teeth, no wailing, no lake of fire. no seraphs sob at vermin fangs in human gore imbued. just the emptying of the air. just the calming of the sea. and i. i watch the mountains curl like waves.
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Sleep Forever in the Brine
Look out, cast your gaze across this expanseless grey. the first wave, it swallowed our islands. the second wave took our coasts. the third wave, it swelled our rivers, gorged our lakes, now it takes the canyons, takes the plains. and what of the last wave? i’m guided by the beauty of our weapons. i’m guided by the raindrops upon my skin. it’s coming now, coming to reward us, that we may (finally) drink our fill. where will you go? where will you go when the water fills your lungs? when you bob up, bloated and tempest-toss’d, cast adrift on a shoreless oblivion? pray you’ve learned to swim. when your destiny arrives, a crashing tide, and the ocean reclaims the land, pray you’ve learned to swim. or sleep forever in the brine.
This Even Doom
Aurora mors ontologica. aurora ultima thule. how fitting a tribute that one such as i should bear solitary witness to the unfolding of the end, as man saw his end unfolding in me. the breath of the earth rises to consume the darkness behind the stars. as the dust blankets the snow, cloaked in the ghostly residue of stars unspun, bleached by aeons of drifting. how fitting, as man saw his end unfolding in me… and what of this end, this graceful apocalypse? the depths of matter will accept us back, out of living isolation, enfolded back into the elementary hell of the cosmic forge. there should be no mourning. there shall be no graves. no gnashing of teeth, no wailing, no lake of fire. no seraphs sob at vermin fangs in human gore imbued. just the emptying of the air. just the calming of the sea. and i. i watch the mountains curl like waves.