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Kaldrb​í​tr

by Nietzu

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1.
Holocene Eyes Hunter grips the sharpened flint, breathing slowly, broken ribs. Waiting in the cold night's air, a shiver running down his spine. Glaciers shifting across red horizons. An hourglass spinning in empty space. Straw dogs trampled under feet of clay, love is blood and moonlit trails rising from the blackened deluge; wings of fire in misted grey. It's time, come around at last, the silent blink of an onyx eye. Kaldrbítr waits in a shadow land, wintertide brings the end of a cycle. Futile fury in your eyes, dances there until it dies.
2.
Laburnum 04:17
Laburnum The rose closes the clouds move swiftly and blue becomes silvered when the dusk writhes towards me. Watch the laburnums sway, their flowers falling, their golden chains calling us to sleep in their poisonous shade. In the cold afterglow my heart shall sink into the winterland to spite the angels. Slowly wandering outside myself, fragmenting into atoms of grey. The light intensifies behind your eyes. The rose closes, the laburnums fall.
3.
Remains of Manentia On the edge of the wilderness he crouches, looking outward, looking inward, weighing up the ruins and the emptiness. Waiting for the war drums, waiting for the cries at the end of all things he sits in despair, blink away the snow, embracing the wind waiting for etenity. The eventual submersion of thrones grown in conceit. Their material minds bound to the lake's bed, drowned by time and chance, the emptiness. Waiting for the war drums, waiting for the cries. He observes the permanence of the oaks and thorned vines, that creep over crowns and the skulls covered in earth, churning over centuries, unified in certainty as they unknowingly descend. At the end of all things, watch the great ones decay. At the end of all things, he sits in despair.
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Becoming Lacuna Tonight we are fading from sight, slipping into an eternal forest, hidden in the shreds of a world that no longer concerns us, clinging to mere life without a throne in mind. Invisible bodies throw themselves to inertia; becoming lacuna. We'll count the stars and slip away. We await the ground's rupturing and count the stars as they reflect on our works in turn. Indifferent creations manifest no reflection when regarding the mirror. Just a shadow of oneself, swamped by falsehoods. The will to carve a path between the priest and the cynic; 'Don't follow the lights.' Await the rupturing, count the stars, watch the mirror, a shadow of oneself.
5.
Shoregeist 04:45
Shoregeist Wasteland of lucid dreams, permanent slumber, a fitful wraith that weeps for the waking flesh that creeps and yearns for return. Bleeding on the shore, salt pours in wounds, the black water envelopes your consciousness and floods your thoughts, a shipwrecked euphoria illuminates the waves. Nausea and trauma, earthbound vessels depart from nocturnal harbours. Generations of rubble, bear cold witness. unadorned and corrosive. A crumbling facade. Tremendous blows upon our own selves. The end of an epoch... We are the ghosts of a war we have not fought, having opened our eyes on a disenchanted world, we are more than any others the children of the absurd. We are the heirs of a war that we never fought, opened our eyes to wastelands. We are the heirs of a war.
6.
Thou Shalt Depart There shall be a demise, with a murmured curse, a feast on the bodies of gods and emperors, the winged beasts shall come to the ground. Ride upon the wolf so that it does not devour you. Sleep in the dirt for a time to recall our beginnings and endings. Transcendence burns to purity in the remains of our deluded beauty. The impulse is to charge, fight or flight. My spirit, the strength, the knife. Thou shalt depart from here. Kahli Yuga of a world serpent's slithering, crucified upon a wheel of time, through the chaotic mirror- forever frostward, a curse upon our lips in the spring, diminished. The blind shall climb forever, to their freezing fate.
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Down the River There is no story to be told. They said the time has already passed. A red tide rises above the trees, the roads are covered with ice, and empty. I saw her by the river where Diablo creeps. He smiled like a cavern bathed in snow. Their bodies gliding away down the river, a fleeting moment of shadow in winter sun. A red tide rises above the trees, the roads are covered with ice, and empty.

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released November 25, 2021

All music and lyrics by N.

Mastered by Jonas at Distonart Mastering (Sweden)

Art design/logo by N.

Illustration: extract from 'Witches' Sabbath' by Oskar Laske (1919)

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