This is not a short venture by any stretch of the imagination. See, I brought this upon myself. The work is all the same before the eye of God, is it not? Tell me how you ache. Deathcore Essence is not the copyright holder of any media found on the blog. One interpretation is that he is speaking to his Lover with a despairing croon, whilst alternatively it could be seen as dialogue directed at his shadow, the personification of his own past. Know no pretence at my side! Oh, what have I to gain from writing of my pain when just as well I could write from happiness? When a grinding piece of music slows down, you simply know it will be followed by a movement that is softer than the one that preceded it, only to be followed by, once again, a harsher piece of music. And all things lead to here.
This decision is met with a long, primal scream, the first instance of harsh vocals on the record as the music becomes appropriately heavier. Will this journey lead to spiritual enlightenment, bringing the Pilgrim closer to God and freeing him from the vices of his Lover and City? Now all that is left is to shovel the shit. For martyrs one and all before pride, there comes the fall, so would it not seem there is a precedent? So tell me what you see. He stayed true to God. Sewn from shell to shell. So take me, sweet release! We all travel universally in poetry and art born from our fears and from our mystery. I have come so far from home only to find I must return, and I am sorry, this is what happens in the mountains.
To do so would be a fallacy when I recognise the error of my own ways and I, too, am to be held accountable. The entire effort is bolstered by devilish calculation and angelic beauty to behold. Yet, what could be more foolish than defying a God, especially in a fated life, and believing that he could actually pull it off? And was it not clear from the start that this was all to be transient? I condemn thee to speak no more. The two gods are polar opposite and yet in perfect harmony, she is the feminine to his masculine, the moon to his sun, and the life to his death. To confront who we are, to confront the shadow self, I pray the night might take me.
Pray, let me be free! As well as symbolising love, faith, beauty and devotion, the rose is also a symbol of the Virgin Mary. Are you a man, are you a mouse? This is the alchemy of poetry. From Shell to Shell 11. Our Pilgrim travels west, the setting sun being drawn by a chariot as described in ancient Greek and Norse mythologies. I have seen it manifest, I have seen it ache, I have been the squander, and I have been the mirth as their eyes avert from heavens sent to guide them to their birth. And all things lead to here; where the crimson veil descends. It is a blessing that his shadow follows him because a shadow is only visible when in the presence of light.
From thought to pen to form as was written, as was told by the ageless and ineffable forces. His pen filled with blood and ink to scrawl unto the paper a heaven sent and egotistic diatribe of concepts. Having been warned by his father not to fly too close to the sun, Icarus, in all his pride and arrogance, disobeyed the instructions and soared upwards into the heavens. He may feel that he is doomed to failure, his isolation resulting in unheard words and forgotten writings. However, on the other side we have the ancient Egyptians and Celts who believed it was the direction towards the afterlife, leaving us with yet another question.
I renounce myself, so that the winds might take me westward. So tell me what you think, what you think my reasoning to be as to why my ego runs so unrestrained and rampant in my verse for all to see. Read other entries in this series. And there you have it, folks. . Track Name: The Holy Mountain There is a weight upon me, still; the quivering stench of the incomplete, looming, terrible. However, the style of playing here is anything but tranquil, as they exude a near-flamenco approach to playing.
The experience they bring about boasts mythological proportions. Who are we to proclaim such division in the workings of the One Thing? I choose where the light gets in; an image mirroring my very being upon the canvas that is the earth we tread, that is the soil on which we step. But, surely this is but a heinous vision? True enjoyment, however, is derived from subsequent listens. What control over his own life does the Pilgrim have? His greatest obstacle to reaching the Holy Mountain is himself, and he surrenders to the darkness, hoping, praying that it will lend him the strength he needs to overcome his darker self. No longer shall I stand idly by, content to live my life as a sculpture in your image. In the everything, might I just overcome? Who are we to feed the yawning of the fissures with great work to be done? All that is, is all there was and all that shall become; the language of matter writ large.
It robs us of the things we want to hold onto the most. From thought to pen shall all things be written. But mark my words, the storm will come again. Or just another dancing monkey whose songs you want to sing? But let it not be said that this was anything but spurious at its very best. The Heavens in their oblique majesty did speak of an old and holy grove. Reportedly, tensions within the international lineup have reached a breaking point which may never come to heal. We wish all of them the best in the future as they move onto new things.
It granted them no power, no spiritual wealth, nothing which can follow them into the next life. A name I never associated with good music simply because of the childish sound to it. Do with it as thy will before it all goes to waste. The material wealth we accumulate will not grant us immortality, but spiritual wealth and purity may yet be able to do so. Instead, it fed their pride and their arrogance, to the point where they choked on their own hubris, their world crumbling around them. In all we see ourselves reflected in the hall of sacred mirrors.
My headphones were stuck on my ears for the first three full-album marathons, aswell as my speakers afterwards. Posed as shepherds, they lead the lambs to slaughter. What agency is mine to bring to a union with the pre-ordained? That their relationship can still be repaired. I have been here before. I will die here on this Mountain.