Showing posts with label black metal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black metal. Show all posts
05 April, 2016
07 February, 2011
"Rain" by Fauna (2006)
Before the stars fled our sky
When we spoke the old tongue
When our mouths were filled with dirt
Our tongues danced as trees
As owl flies to cedar bough...
Shadow unto shadow falls
The wrung earth stills
Smoke rises from an empty face
Inkstain from the heart spreads
Hot tears spill
From the sky's open seam
An ash breeze pours
From our pure mouths
Partake of this dying fruit
Footprints fill with poison water
Footprints toward the forest fade
As animals we gather
Around the womb-hole in the ground
Shed this flimsy skin
Ignite our eyes again
Shadow opens
Nature's hands enfold
Listen: wind inside
Wind, harbinger
Under a raged cloth of sky
And the moon's blazing eye
Burrow deep in blackest earth
And break further
Hands blackened with my own blood
Piece me back together
Unburden the gutted beast
Fill the abyssal chest with leaves
I, great wound the wind whips,
Disappear.
[Those who love will forget they loved]
The ugly past curls in the fire
Shadows cast their figures
Into the swallowing mist.
An one hour ambient-black metal song from the so called "Cascadian scene" a branch of this extreme metal that has left the evil and dark thematology in favour of a more noble, natutalistic and environmental attitude.
You can hear this song in youtube in five parts
22 May, 2009
Album: "Ast" by Skagos (2009)
The Drums Pound Every Night in a Glorious Celebration of Life
Cast them in to the fire,
totems of sacrifice and woe,
for the Sun god is here,
and he is generous.
The drums pound every night
in a glorious celebration of life!
The earth is bountiful and rich-
fertilized and multiplied.
The sky gives way to great storms,
a deluge that deafens all.
Game trails run as raging torrents,
and the end is fucking nigh!
The end is fucking nigh!
Blossoms Will Sprout From the Carcass
We walk upon the soaked carcasses of those who once gave us life.
Be it rain, wind of the weight of finality, the cadavers fall and fall.
Day light is meek, and the night grows long and cold.
Fungi lurch forward for a final gulping breath.
All is returned to the earth and the rain will fall and fall.
Rain will fall and fall.
It's the fury of the storm.
It's the endless falling rain.
It's the growing of the dark.
It's the thrive in decay.
It's the voice of woe.
It's the call of the moon.
It's the cold retribution of
the dark rider known as death.
Two pagan naturalistic songs about the cirle of life and death that inspire woe and respect to mother nature. Skagos is a band of the new trend in Black Metal Scene with biocentric direction in their thematology. This scene was named "Cascadian Black Metal" with Wolves in the Throne Room being the most famous band of this movement.
This movement has inspired its name by the proposed by environmental activists environmental independent state of Cascadia in the Pacific Northwest of North America being formed by the hypothesized union of the states located there.
We read in their myspace about their influences:
The constant, laconic suggestions of our subconscious. The ever bleak, damp landscape of endless Cascadian forests being nefariously whittled away by an inescapable capitalistic dominion.You can hear some of their songs in their myspace
21 April, 2009
«...And the Earth Shall be Holy» by Ragnarok (UK), album: To Mend The Oaken Heart (1996)
Tears for the sunrise, witness of the dawn,
awakens the sleeper from his rest, still and warm.
Alone he greets the morning, blinks the light from his eyes,
turns his face from the vision, to the gods he cries,
"Why have you forsaken me enslaved to the unknown?
These years of savage plague have left me scarred like ancient stone".
Nerthus, Nerthus I cry for thee, mine eyes burn, sorrows grieve.
The holy fires of Hel have never crimsoned such as these.
Gods of death fathered the children, see them rise.
Midst the paling corn, the priest dances deiseil no more.
The scythe is raised, it can only fall.
Witness of the morning wipe thy moisty eyes.
Tis time no more for grieving, time for gods to rise.
The corn grows pale and yellow, scythe is honed and sharp,
Hunting-moon will waxen as the days grow dark.
Now the quick must fall as leaves drop silently from trees,
and, cold and still, push up their mounds into the Autumn breeze.
Mankind, mankind I cry for thee, mine eyes burn, sorrows grieve.
The holy fires of Hel have never crimsoned such as these.
Gods of death fathered the children, see them rise.
Midst the paling corn, the priest dances deiseil no more.
The scythe is raised, it can only fall.
With plaited limbs of golden stalks, the ben holds the spirit of the corn.
Awaits the Spring, her naked body stripped of emerald, buried, shall be reborn.
With golden spears and plumed heads, the master race believed invincible,
but gold must bend before the scythe or else to break, to fall so cold and still.
And the Earth shall be holy once more.
Waiting the season in endless time, I've seen the sunrise and She was mine.
No more confusion, darkness brings light; gods are awakened, now they will fight.
Mankind warned so many times by vision, word and deed.
As corn you grew so tall and strong, but now you've gone to seed.
Abred, Abred I cry for thee, mine eyes burn, sorrows grieve.
The holy fires of Hel have never crimsoned such as these.
Gods of death fathered the children, see them rise.
Midst the paling corn, the priest dances deiseil no more.
The scythe is raised, it can only fall.
Mother Earth’s abuse and human feeling of superiority in a pagan orientated mournful song about Mother Earth-Humans relation. You can hear some songs from this band in youtube:
Bonne Waerod We Haeles
To Waelhealle
Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi
18 September, 2008
Wolves in the Throne Room: When Black Metal deals with noble ideas
Album: Diadem of 12 stars (2006)
(A Shimmering Radiance) Diadem of 12 Stars
The strength that resides in contemplation
Bathes me in silver starlight
I will lead this beast on a chain of flowers
Fear not the Jaws that devour soul
Between two pillars I have sat
Great oxen in the periphery
I ride in full course swift
Through the dark night and the rain pours down
You are a daughter of heaven
12 stars circle your brow
But you do not see them and the rain pours down
Our time in this garden is past
A very interesting evolution in thematology of the notorious Black Metal scene: Misanthropy, pervasive bloody violence, church burning, satanism, nazism have nothing to do with Wolves in the Throne Room either in their lyrics or in their personal life. We read in All music about their above debute album and the above very interesting song:
…the trio is not your everyday, pagan-worshipping, blood-sucking, corpse-paint-donning black metal band, either; but rather residents of a self-sufficient commune situated outside of Olympia, WA, where frugal living conditions help dictate the band's focus on music...
Ultimately, the music's desolate ambiance is arguably taken to extremis on the 20-minute title track, which, with its additional neo-folk elements, atmospheric quiet passages, and eerie female voices decrying lyrics about mankind's lost affinity with nature, evokes almost palpable visions of cryptic pagan rituals.
Album: Two hunters (2007)
Vastness and Sorrow
Behold the vastness and sorrow of this empty land
A dark and Fell Rider clad in garments of shadow Is the lord of this place
A cruel and wonton king, A priest of a black religion is he
The hoof beat of the rider's steed pound a mournful drumbeat upon the dry cracked earth
To this rhythm the world moves
The sun blasts down upon the earth
Until the soil turns to powder and blows away
Lifeless chaos is the order for the rider has mastered the seasons
Ancient kings Cairn now have been defiled
The gates of strongholds long breached left swinging lifelessly in the fetid wind
The pillars of holy places lie dead
He rides day and night
The relentless Hoof beats echoes
Cleansing
Yes, to the darkest place that we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
know the tune
jaw bone driven through
the skull of a great foe
bested with wooden spear
the tip hardened in fire
Bathe in the clear cold stream
Fresh water from the unsullied endless spring that flows from the
mountain
We will sing the most ancient song
Spark the fire upon dry tinder
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
know the tune
jaw bone driven through
the skull of a great foe
bested with wooden spear
the tip hardened in fire
I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots
The torment has ended
the beast has done his work
Great fires rage outside of this wooded sanctuary
But soon they will be quenched by a purifying rain
the embers of the ceremonial fire burn to ash
A new warmth stirs within the center of the earth
I am alone here no more
The wood is filled with the sounds of wildness
The songs of birds fill the forest on this new morning
This will be my new home
Deep within the most sacred grove
the sun god is born anew
I will lay down my bones among the rocks and roots of the deepest
hollow next to the streambed
The quiet hum of the earth's dreaming is my new song
When I awake, the world will be born anew
More information about this distinctive band and their personal ecological occupations and environmental activism:
We read in Encyclopedia metallum
The band’s ideology is quite different from many Black Metal bands. In interviews Wolves in the Throne Room have shown respect for left wing politics, radical environmentalism and eco feminism.We read in Wikipedia
In an interview, Nathan Weaver says that he conceived the vision for the band and wrote the first two songs “Wolves in the Throne Room” and “Black Tea” at an Earth First! rendezvous in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest in 2002. The band has often performed outdoors and has expressed support for radical environmentalism.You can hear some songs in youtube
The band is well known for their eco-spiritual vision, which they consider to be a step beyond the vision offered by satanic, fascistic and nihilistic black metal. They often state that traditional black metal should be seen as a jumping-off point in a process of continual spiritual growth, and not an end unto itself.
Aaron and his wife farm the land at Calliope, the band’s stronghold. Aaron has often expressed interest in biodynamic agriculture and the teachings of Rudolf Steiner.
The band has expressed bemusement at the myths that have sprung up around Aaron and Nathan’s rural lifestyle. It is often said that WITTR live “in a one room cabin in the woods with no contact with the outside world”. Aaron has tried to set the record straight in interviews: “We don’t live in caves and wear un-tanned animal hides”
Vastness and sorrow
The cleansing
I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots
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