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Volume I: Subradiant Architecture

by Obsidian Tongue

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Through black fractals I fell portal to this lightless land Amongst the hunters lurking through the minds of man Agoraphobic clusters hath become the host for demons to dance among the vestal web of flesh Bound down in dreams by vapor lords The incarnate nurses these wanderers through a life-long string of dreams Timeless ritual for sustenance “You fall asleep, unaware of what surrounds you in the darkness. The dream world is the gateway. You fall asleep unaware!” He slithered in when they turned thoughts to chains locking heads to ground for heaven gaze Endure dreams of the blood lotus until there’s no deciphering line. Chains that once were thoughts become his reaches. ritual ripping through time. So cherished, the sustenance from blind men. Skeletons remain Infant promise slaked to serve the underworld. So cherished, the sustenance from blind men. Time moans on in the great field of harvesting. Hell-born lotus cultivates.
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Frozen leaves clustered in symmetry 'round the King laying against his Funeral Tree an ornate farewell to the supreme form of Self Before the roots become hands and take him in Wisdom smiles from his half closed eyes In this realm, it is my only light It has rained in this great hole left in me Thorns of hate wrap around the tomb of the progeny His final light shone a sequence of memories Moments that mustn't be forgotten The hiding of the whispering stones & the verses to be sung for the dead And I wept Wept for the violence of prophecy the loss of love and of memory The decrepit village wrapped in fear The goddesses that will disappear As the Soulless call "Crush them all!" I run to the secret place The lake in the dream state Looking for the stones Before shadow legions know The source of wisdom remains safe! Wept for the silence that would give way to the sound of life being swept away Blood will wash all trace of sovereignty What will this mortal war leave of me? The walls of spirit force suspending this primal realm ripped down by shadow arms only weakness will remain Only weakness will remain now
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Where torture hit soil, a forest now stands and therein lies a famished sect of man “Devoid of the will to conquer despair we fall to lethargy in the silence of cold airs When fear descends...none defend” Fevered spine Imperial Crooked posture marks our days Courage has been denied structure It dangles from the bones Blowing in the wind Strings of black flesh Hanging off a skeleton of disappointment Dreams of no light Landscape under the color code Dreams of no light Many graves but one name Ghost gasping brings an endless noise A vacuum sound-source from brittle jaw Its astoundment of itself As it crystallizes in decay Torture hit soil The forest rang for days With the call, the call The bitter search this way
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Impaled to the curse this forest's goddess cried when she was forgotten... "A famine on you, forsakers of spirit Look what you have done to me The sacred world rots now Distant as I am, A spiritual residue, I can still conjure the strength To place this curse on you" Impaled to the curse our dying goddess cried...
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After the fall from innocence, I bade my remaining honor to an Unknown Whirlwinds of unearthly screams spoke the name I had before the descent. Past life remembered Past plight restored The One Eye will behold life within the sorrow. Ancient threads will stream between my sullen human eyes Reborn now, and somehow, the sons and daughters of light Will learn of my reprieve into the Heart of Night “There is another plane on which the pentaform can be sustained Won’t you follow me through the archway, and don your skin with the waters of banished lore?” I cannot refuse I cannot resist The only way to honor my pain is following him Grinding down the towers of primordial misery Will the skeletal monolith be carried away by the eyes of my intention? Will the whispering stones edify me to transform these bones to gold? Wilting will becomes a gateway to ancient lands of tangled wood Trees shaped like humans suffering: Honor to the moments that made us complete… Is our weakness truly weak? Is our collapse truly a Loss? Crawling closer, through streams of tears and thorns of hate, The Shadow of Man nears the mouth of the Cavern of Absolution And shadows perform ceremony, through our misery We are instruments to the Invisible
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Live in night - perceive the rings beyond men lay for days until they all settle again forgetting flesh - awareness shifts to the trees lunar glow: surrender to unite with him I see my bones deatomize brain turns to gas and goes I fill the space with the rays Sustain this blessing Hades fires peripheral - I am between the plains Man again, forced to resume enemy form hope the equilibrium has changed did any detestable thought suffocate in the leaves? Never made it back inside, when the hole closed again? The moonroom needs kin to live on The lunar hum growing fainter now Thin now - life forms bridging beast and sky As a creator I have mere remains Was I born to bury phantom births of the Moonroom?? Conception marred by ancient order - the serpent deemed such unity unallowed With body as a chapel and mortal trials a sky I forge constellations with mummified remains
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Out of skull in a winter haze Shaman vapor cements once again to guide me through winds of escape I felt it first in the locking of my body frozen yet shifting a new life In Ice I'll return with a stone an alchemical piece of sky I died to obtain An antidote found only in the ether of blizzard greys This stone will rest on all our hearts in order to survive In Ice Transforming into something unknown Primal Ascent A union, a secret, a tradition Buried in ice

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Recorded and mixed on vintage tape machines in March of 2012, "Volume I: Subradiant Architecture" is the beginning of our musical journey, embracing a traditional black metal approach incorporating our personal sense of melody and song structure, with the aspiration to create "the black metal album we always wanted to hear". An album just as melodic as it is raw, it lays down the emotional foundation upon which all our further alchemies will be built.

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released May 24, 2012

Personnel:
Brendan James Hayter: Guitar, Vocals, Synthesizer
Greg Murphy: Drums, Vocals

Recorded and mixed by Alex Garcia-Rivera at Mystic Valley Studios, Medford MA March 17-24 2012

Mastered by Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East, Cambridge MA

Artwork by Namtaru

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Obsidian Tongue Portland, Maine

"Pure Sonic Catharsis"

Introspective Black Metal since 2009.

Brendan - Guitar, Voice, Synth

Ray - Drums

Contact: Obsidiantongueband@gmail.com
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