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A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time

by Obsidian Tongue

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Sojourner speaks in throatless waves Soulburner keeps clandestine pit aflame Telepathic twin souls The starbound and the sleepwalker Feeding fire – Sensations of – Birth and Death – In one breath Mortal man granted omnipotence Sets my demons aside Lets my third eye come alive More sleepers drift out from shelter Their untarnished vines climb the trees of the clearing Luminous chapel walls Violet and teal fibers Buried strength unearthed Together for once we are Turning hate to hope – fear to passion – dreams to servitude – honoring you A sudden rupture in the hum A dimming of the violet Has the gathering been seen by waking human eyes? Never! ‘Twas the final strands of fear Departing through the blaze – crossing over Woodsmoke depicts the mortal coil Traveler’s benevolent eyes From which fractals of sorrow sprawl Founding power clarified When will I awake? Will the memory stay? Will we ever meet again? Never apart…remember this dream…It’s time to go… Four winds of unbridled passion have become Four winds of unfathomable grief The starbound one has indeed prepared me This is your task - your alchemy – Storms to silence – Darkness to light
2.
Pale and shaking Eyes rolled into head Bright stream of energy Flows from the solar plexus Who hath receive From the starscape of the dream The life-force of the eternal child? What god hath permit Upon our sovereign ground Such sightless & relentless Molestation of our chosen shell? You – Black hole in human form You – Offspring of lust & scorn All slumbers marred by your twisted face Falling into a hatred I can’t escape Twilight reverence slaked by trances of vigilance Your prize – your art – your purpose Now – Black hole in human form Feeds on once sacred psychic storms And compassion is this pile of ash laying next to me Strength or weakness? Which gestated you? This oneiric lapse seems bade to discern It shows the portal to your origin Hurling down the wormhole The walls bright and green I approach a child’s silhouette The soul bright and green The greatest pain is hers The child you could have been Begging to be freed by my hand The catharsis is mine to take Such a strange & noble fate Born to consume Tear the fabric of causality Drive a good man to kill The glory is shared
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This soul is amorphous glowing through nature in strange patterns desperate follower, I wandered untraceably far from home Lured by its trail – flashes of gold lured to the mountain & lulled to sleep This was the one day no child should have slept the caravan had come to take those marked at birth for sacrifice in the River of Muninn I was among the marked – the ring of youth – appointed to be drowned at dawn – on the chosen day – but I slept through the conjuring – slept through the drums & horns – I would have been a guardian – Watching the grace of wisdom – blossom through the ages – instead I watched the stones & torches – of the village banish me – Self disintegrated – Passion untarnished – There must be another way – The entity I was chasing – The vicar of my failure – expands upon my grief a notion – glory in the wake of abandonment – the river is still mine to take – the soul is still mine to guard – immortal passion in fast aging skin – my hands were made to hold the wind
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Some are born to heal – and some are born to fail – like trees these fates twist around each other – like wolves their howls resound when no others speak – Alone and lain in leaves – the body of the failed shaman tries to be still – hoping to be unnoticed in the night – waiting for the whispers – the twin trees speak or so he’s told – listening for anecdotes that mirror his own – and silence keeps him trembling – and silence gets him running back – ‘twas the words of the sickened souls – that broke his grasp on the healing path – he tried to clean their wounds – tried to sing the demons out – and they all kicked him to the ground – and they all fled as he became infected – “Brother!” he cried – “Where are you now if not in my eyes? What love do I guard if I no longer feel love at all? What is this force driving my dagger through their necks? Am I deserving to hear your voice in mine Guiding me to resolve To lay this old dagger down & end the war with self-incineration? “Brother can you see me now? I’ve become so hideous Instinct to preserve the sacred begins To turn the blade towards my own chest Tell me can you heal me now?” And no divine voice is heard And healing is forgotten
5.
Safely nestled ‘tween the fault lines of consciousness Polar elements licking in tandem Frozen fire I am…Burning wind I am If just for this moment when no eyes could be bothered to see When the suspension of observance is gone Cold & quiet for now…uninhibited for now This gorge is illuminated by the original light A color man’s forbidden to see This could be quelled any second now Lapse of life could circle back too soon But not with severance, not without reverence New relics to study in hours when hours do proceed I mustn’t think of this That pain will come all to soon The stream or the stone am I, if I must be dubbed at all? Though my heart will never concede to any such frequencies My heart already knows too much below the surface Of blindness & light harnessing & how the sphere looks to unlearn souls The sphere seeks to dizzy souls This freeze can’t be forgotten Navigation can’t be blurred To the chagrin of my brothers I’ve gone too far To ever become subservient I didn’t flee I was pulled under suddenly What is done is done, the lines are drawn I am in arms with the dissolved My path is chosen Fears done away Untethered soul The colors quickening Taking strange old shapes, killing corner grays Holy individuation begins to form
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Moonlit contemplation Here at the cliff’s edge Years I have come here To think of the fall This old ego must die Pining for a specter to fly Through ether and earth To bestow death & rebirth Stars lined with the trees All things where they should be With a sense of unworthiness Still flowing through me Trembling like a child The fear waves summon the guides Wings hide the lunar queen It’s time to move beyond her A feral wisdom hunts the silent perceivers Rupturing skin & piercing bone Dissolving the filth that surround the will To hold the wind & speak with the stones Formless warrior! Myth incarnate! Scripture of flesh glowing Shared spirit navigates Running to the ledge, chosen men align To become a nest of ravens in the throat of time

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After releasing a brilliant debut album “Subradiant Architecture” last summer, the massachusetts-based duo Obsidian Tongue is back with their second installment “A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time.” Cold, unwavering, primal black metal with a rich organic sound and real melodic sensibilities, Obsidian Tongue has been praised for their exceptional balance of the melodic and raw aspects of black metal, and that is certainly apparent in the new material.

In May 2013, Obsidian Tongue returned to the analog Mystic Valley Studios in Medford, Massachusetts to record the new album. Consisting of 6 songs averaging 9 minutes in length, “A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time” is a psychedelic and introspective journey through the collective unconscious of Man and the dark half of the emotional spectrum; A sonic depiction of the spiritual affirmation and personal evolution attainable only through sorrow, anger and disillusionment. A noteworthy contribution to this musical odyssey has been made by John Haughm of the legendary dark metal outfit Agalloch, taking lead vocal duties for the album's title track. Released in an appropriately minimalist fold out booklet with all lyrics included, Obsidian Tongue’s second release is the perfect sonic catharsis for fans of Enslaved, early-Opeth, Wolves in the Throne Room, Agalloch, Alda, Panopticon, Falls of Rauros, and Skagos.
....err fuck the specifications, for black metal fans in GENERAL.

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released July 29, 2013

Brendan Hayter - Vocals, guitars
Greg Murphy - Drums

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