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Dreams

by Awren

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1.
As my time upon this plane nears its inevitable end I reflect on the journey - time is nothing more than an illusionary harness Shackles created by those with more perceived "power" To induce a perpetuated state of servitude Among those who haven't yet learned How to use their minds and their spirits To manipulate the elements as they will it To share in the most sacred and intimate of natural laws ...and walk on equal ground with the ancient gods When I awoke at last I found chaos all around me Everyone in a blind sleepwalk Destroying themselves Destroying everything Mother Gaia sits in a damp corner Of an unlit prison cell Weeping acid tears upon creation The monoliths of man eroding away Buried beneath her undying sorrow The Earthen Mother's tools captured and bastardized By those who claim dominion over both man and wilds Creating a caste that can never be removed As we are strung along screaming for salvation We send out intention to our Mother Begging, pleading for redemption
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And when this tightrope We are all marching across Single file Finally cannot withstand Our weight any longer and breaks Will we gladly free-fall in to the abyss? When will the harvest come? When shall we reap the fruits That have been tended for centuries? Weather-scarred bodies eternally bent over Aching for rest Dissatisfied with this barren endeavor we take to the sea Where no mortal man can follow In secret we built our wooden vessels Hidden from prying eyes Imbued with esoteric symbols of protection and freedom We launched into the unknown A sheet of endless dark glass We tracked time with the lunar cycle Its gentle caress more comforting than that of the harsh sun Our floating homes gradually became circles perpetually cast Drawing power from the moon and the waves Attention focused on finding purpose Evoking powers abandoned long ago Summoning those who might offer a light In this eclipse we had been living beneath In the distance upon the horizon line Loomed a misshapen shadow figure This homunculus birthed of my own pride Detached its arm and with it cleaved the sky Cloud from cloud Air from air Our ships mere toys violently dancing among the frothy waves As the mountainous golem drew closer I recognized it as one of my own creations In the moons past it must have gorged itself on arcane energies To achieve these proportions Immediately I recognized it And gathered the materials together To banish it from this realm A masterless beast created by man Much like that we left behind
3.
The materials burned The incantation spoken The perverse being destroyed We resumed course At last we reached the brooding spires of legend Past the end of the Earth Spears to heaven high above the clouds Primordial black rock Imbued with archaic symbols I could feel the energy emanating from them Their pulse Transfixed by the sight Benumbed from awe and wonder It was then that the storm struck Unsuspecting and unaware Fog had rolled in The firmament cascaded downward in fierce spirals All we could do was pray aboard our drifting coffins Twelve were the ships that sank that night At the bottom of the precipice Seven were the grotesque creatures That feasted upon their wretched sinew The sky cleared and we went ashore For the first time in aeons The dark rocks towering above Resonating with primal magick We must leave our bodies behind To gain entrance into this sacred land ...and we ventured inward Past the ancient halls And the infinite untold wisdom Contained therein Penned in long-forgotten languages By scribes who lived and died Before time was born

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An atmospheric black metal autobiography of sorts that spans several lifetimes. Can we ever be truly free?

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released February 9, 2016

Genre: Atmospheric Black Metal/Ambient
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Cave Bird Records Minnesota

musical journeys exploring somber, introspective realms.

part of the Great Lakes Dungeon Synth collective.

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always anti-fascist.
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