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Shaped By Aeolian Winds

by Hæthen

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XUL//EXCELSI ek gewaar weer die rooi moskleed
in die verwronge kitaarbande
die spesie laas met Alraune gesien
hier volg dit paaie weg van die bose stad
om tot sameswering
voor die bos se koue skoonheid te kom
die heiden ken ook heiligheid
maar vind dit in die onmoontlike patrone
van die natuur waarvan hy deel is
die patrone waarvoor die kerk se sierglasvensters net 'n fopspeen is
die heiden hou nooit op soek nie

die gees met die geel oë
het lanklaas so vir my gegluur
--LD Favorite track: Spiritrise.
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Bret This is really good USBM. I'm really late to the party on this one. Better late than never.
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notdave Absolutely outstanding. My favorite American black metal release
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A contrition of soul has torn these fell spread wings asunder. Through boundless abyss befallen grace by lituus An aureole horizon of corporeal disillusion. And with burning in my eyes The sunlight reflects But brings melt to the tears they were as snowfall Within a refraction of myself. Traversing a time Where the spirit remains And acts as the vessel to declare one’s reason Of falsifying reign. Behold an auspice of grave uncertainty. Seeking the eyrie through the darkened dismal sky The umbrageous strix stretched out his wings and arose. Aloft a memory where the twilight fell as a distant spell Cast upon the grove Of ancient woods buried And bearded nether hoar frost. Of ghastly wings a congruous illusion Is carried by fell wind gale To where the soul moults its earthly plumage.
A descent from the ravaging wind And amongst the forlorn larch I enter Into the sanctity of an obscured sepulchral beauty Where noumenal existence fades To truth concealed within The corridors of arboreous dimension. The tendrils of a gossamer phantasm arose From the ashes of an austere thought unfurled Outstretched as the singly wisps whirled A bridling veil of appearance draped upon me. The wind does not stir the ages But through rustles of the sylvan deep I hear the sounds of ancient being Call forth my soul endlessly. As nepenthe rid sorrow bound in flesh Repose in deathly spell And watch as nous ascends. Drifting endlessly far from riparian shores Of streams in the ebbing subconscious flow. As a wave relapses into latent depths The self is swallowed by the wells of eternity. The seas are stained with sorrow and pain In a rising tide of fleeting continuum.
Through thicket peers the morning And passes onto unbroken ravine As silent sculptures in reverie emerged And returned to the depths of a solitude within I watched as the night became morning again. Hylomorphic I paint the visions awakened by the eye Of a darkened face emerged From the fragments of a spectral uncertainty A stone sepulcher pierces the empyrean sky.
Where wind-worn rocks reveal A talus fell face of interstice. A conscious evolved into emergence Borne as a grain of self buried within the stratum Survey the expanse below and bask in brooding gleam Follow the scant sunlight to where it greets the fellfield. I soar on lofty wings A hoary fledged unfettered soul As a vestige forged within the will of becoming… Beyond horizons reach A region comes forward to meet us To rest in the return Of the abyssal expanse of self-belonging. And the timelessness of an ancient mountain… Where time cannot be in an absence of eternity But as an absence of time would instill no presence of mind Can truth be borne on one’s shoulders Within this realm of causality?
The forgotten sound of a stilling grievance Distends from memory of distant lands. The sun breaks through to the heart with reverence And reveals a wandering spirit. Keeper of the winds, release in deftly blow From where he watched, a silent sprig of contemplation arose… The receding fog has left disparate leaves Moist in the glistening sun, an iridescent sea of green. Sphagnum spires arise in columned claustral seclusion Within a verdured garth alone there stands the oak.
By rise of the pillared vaulted sky Behold a sage amid the gallows nave Whose sidereal visage did never fade To those amongst his lustrous gaze (alight). Release the doves to be perched on the navel Circumfluent are the words of the truth-told foreseer (of knowledge) Calloused unwashen limbs burrowed deep in cloddish glebe Allay enshrouded still beneath the venerable nesting tree As roaring thunder dirge wake bellows portend in dream Draw harrow onto forgotten lands with mournful breath in sullen breeze.
Spiritrise 05:13
Far from the earth I shall stand Amongst the fettered ruins of conditional truth And sit beside myself to watch the spirit rise


released February 7, 2015


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