Conversations with the Embers
On this eve of lingering darkness
The fingers of frost begin to retreat
A quest for the tinder that will warm my bones
And on this night
I enter a slumber
The flame a trance
Conceived in poplar
Ablaze they dance
To the hymns
Of their own
Transformations
And as I stare
Into the flame
A conversation
Of ancient ways
Meditations
Of transformation
Entering realms
Of those before
Speaking to the flame
Seeking to ascend
Terrestrial planes
Cede myself through pyre
Upon Departure//Upon Return
I will lay my bones beside the river, mountain, and tree
The coyote will feast upon my flesh as I have theirs
My death will provide life for that which gave mine
I will return
In time flesh will rot
Bones transcend into soil
The marrow of our existence
Will access a cyclical being
I will join the spirits of those before in rock, root, and wind
I will return
With bones to break
and a soul to be sown
I will guard with this life
the lessons Ive been shown
Amidst the oaks and moss
where the true treasures lie
to decay with this loss
lay this flesh down and die
about
Thanks Scoge for helping us record. You're a real pal.
Heart breaking. It pulls you along an awful tale that only leaves you feeling worse. Haunts you afterwards and beckons you to play it again. Funeral Wizard
Fantastic black doom. Fuzzy heavy guitars. Crystal clear production. Put together so well, it's uncanny. The noisy bits must be an AI running its calculations... tr_🇺🇦