The Maturing of the Virgin Land

by Peordh

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Schismizör Nice music for a walk in the woods. Favorite track: The Necks in the Bay I: Where the Sun's Reflection Pierces.
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Mehtul Picked this up from my feed, thanks! The eclectic elements fit together really well. Favorite track: The Necks in the Bay II: Where the Trees Embrace the Flow.
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Atmospheric Black Metal Cat Wow .. where to begin .This is certainly not for everyone , and is probably a grower for most that it eventually will be for . Really not any way to categorize this .. there are some black metal leanings in the the guitar arrangements and sounds , definitely some folk and ambient elements throughout , and vocals / weird whispers in places that will require patience ( again .. grower). It is also a massive slab of a musical project , bringing Shards of a Silver Fate to mind. With all of this said , I absolutely love this release . Each song has some great catches and hooks and the more you listen to it you can begin to see the artists' vision and appreciate the release and how it all fits together as a whole . A grower that I have come to really like and appreciate more each time I listen to it . This one was way off the beaten path and well worth it . Favorite track: The Blue Valley II: The Island Where the Two Homes Arrive.
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Feel the light blue of the breeze The steel grey of choppy waves Down in the uninviting Mouth of the river Gaze into the shifting surface The piercing reflections glimmer within Patterns over patterns A message Up Clear and precise It is open It is blank Blue surrounds the secret green
Through the wispy woods Golden, green, and red The morning sun twinkles Caught in the open expanse The purest, endless azure The richest, fullest green Glistening and flowing Shadows of cream
Slow but light You show your elegance Heavy but fine Jewels baking in heat And the simmer of the night Infinite roll of cicadas
Rise Everything is lighter Everything is taller The atmosphere rises Grass is greener Water is cleaner The depth of the sky Freshest Cool caress Of rolling petals Under the cradle So calm Yet so stern Yet so distant
The walls Of the valley Deepen in the arcing light Thick with primeval humming Let the heat Strengthen the vibrancy Of a meandering character Lost in thickets of rough moisture Focus your energy On your sheer slate On which it will soon be written Through your red garnets, see it Red twilight behind the mountain Your endless plains Lie waiting For the seeker of your secret corners And your light Billows over the dust creatures Floating and wading Until they are outshined by the stars
And the heat melts Into a deep and dark rain And the shadows come out Roaming about silently Under the overcast grey sky And in the far distance There is a misty gap And the blotched rosy sky Dances with the mist
Yes, give me the land Where the ruins are spread, And the living tread light On the heart of the dead; Yes, give me the land That is blest by the dust, And bright with the deeds Of the down-trodden just. Yes, give me the land Where the battles' red blast Has flashed on the future The form of the past; Yes, give me the land That hath legends and lays That tell of the memories Of long-vanished days. Yes, give me the land That hath story and song To tell of the strife Of the right with the wrong; Yes, give me the land With a grave in each spot And names in the graves That shall not be forgot. Yes, give me the land Of the wreck and the tomb; There's grandeur in graves— There's glory in gloom. For out of the gloom Future brightness is born; As, after the night Looms the sunrise of morn.
And what of her survival? And what of her being?
This land It is still tender And soft And any scars Run deeper because But I can see That this land Its earth is ground Into my skin And its rocks Build my bones Maybe I am the one Chosen to lead And steer this ship Of culture Over the horizon Of history Into a new era An old era And bring her back home
(The rustle of half-dead trees One foot in the pool of eternity The moon watches...)
(Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds— His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before. And when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tear and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew! And near him the she-wolf stirr’d the brake, And the copper-snake breath’d in his ear, Till he starting cried, from his dream awake, “Oh! when shall I see the dusky Lake, And the white canoe of my dear?” He saw the Lake, and a meteor bright Quick over its surface play’d— “Welcome,” he said, “my dear one’s light!” And the dim shore echoed for many a night The name of the death-cold maid. Till he hollow’d a boat of the birchen bark, Which carried him off from shore; Far, far he follow’d the meteor spark, The wind was high and the clouds were dark, And the boat return’d no more.)


-=Part I: Tracks 1-10
-=Part II: Tracks 11-10
-=Recommended 30 minute intermission between parts.


released March 17, 2014


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