One day I'll go to my house in the woods 
To the ferns and the trees and the laughing spirits 
I will dive into the deep green sea without coming back 
Let my roots and my beard grow 
With black cats all over me 
With black cats all over me 

And I will take you there 
Carving your name into my hand and my heart 
I will share with you my secrets in the dark 
And love you always 
With white owls all over us 
With white owls all over us 

And we will live there forever 
And we'll die in an instant 
Dissolving into the turf 
Our roots growing deep 
With black snakes all around 
With black snakes all around 

With black cats all over me 
With white owls all over us 
With black snakes all around

Into The Woods

Through The Depths Of The Mystic Forest At Dusk

She walked down the Pine Rd. at six 
She looked as she’s missed something or someone 

As she passed the barn, I gazed 
At the devilish way those gold locks were made 

She entered the woods from the side, 
Left the old crib behind, and gone out of sight 

SHE NEVER MADE IT BACK HOME, 
WE KNEW ALL ALONG THAT THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG 

The heart of the woods was so dense, 
I used my sixth sense to get through the trees 

She stood at the edge of the woods, 
She did all she could, but she lost her strength 

As the sun plunged down from the cliff, 
Her body got stiff, and her eyes petrified 

SHE NEVER MADE IT BACK HOME, 
WE KNEW ALL ALONG THAT THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG

A Tramp's Tale Told Late At Night Near The Salvation Army Homeless Shelter

Myrkviðr

Dear friends! While waiting for our new album to be ready, we would like to present a small taste of things to come. So, here is "The Desert Speaks", a song from our new, upcoming album "Dust Devils". Enjoy!

Music by "Dismal Beeches"
Lyrics by Stephan Friedman
Stephan Friedman - e-bow, synthesizer, banjo, kantele, vocals, drum programming, effects
Recorded at Valkoinen Pöllö Studios 
Mixed by Stephan Friedman and iS 
Mastered by iS
Cover illustration "O grave, where is thy Victory" by Jan Toorop (1892)
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The desert speaks of ancient ways
Of love and violence
The desert laughs, the desert scares
The vision’s blurred

Fast
Fast for days
Fast clarifies, reveals the mystery
There in the waste, I see the primal god
In quiet wind, the singing of the sand

The desert brings a snake
A winged angel with a cup of myrrh
A lonely raven casts his shadow on the sand
And rips the silence with his cry of agony

God speaks
The desert listens
The desert soaks the voice of god
I hear the rocks, the mountains resounding
The caves sing of the dreams of old

The Desert Speaks

Day and night in the desert they went 
Scorching sun, burning sand 
Sacrifices that never end 
For a higher cause 

Will it ever be found? But of course! 
How can you question the highest force? 
Keep on, race your horse 
For a higher cause 

The Quest for the Holy Grail 
Our Lord will never fail 

Far from home, far from life 
Sand in their eyes, sand in the skies 
A new sunrise, a new day in search 
For a higher cause 

Can it ever be found? But of course! 
How can you question the highest force? 
Press on, have no remorse 
He steers your course 

The Quest for the Holy Grail 
Our Lord will never fail 

Kill the infidel, burn the witch 
Pay no heed to their cry 
Spare no one, slay mother and child 
For your redemption is nigh 

The Quest for the Holy Grail 
Our Lord will never fail

The Quest For The Holy Grail

Once upon a time 
Near a border line 
Spirit-walkers went 
Sudden danger scent 

Planet’s guts’ abuzz 
Vision’s getting fuzzed 
Devil’s on the loose 
Rectifying noose 

Years of wrongly chosen path 
We should’ve known better 
Feel the imminence of wrath 
Of the desert 

Stars are closing in 
Deadliest of sins 
Not to be compared 
Here they’re running, scared 

See the demons’ eyes 
In the blackened skies 
In the heart of storm 
Lies a giant worm 

Years of wrongly chosen path 
We should’ve known better 
Feel the imminence of wrath 
Of the desert 

Half a world away 
Where big decision's made 
See them splash and splurge 
Until they get the urge 

Wounded are the blessed 
Poorest take the rest 
Everything’s destroyed 
Falling into the void 

Years of wrongly chosen path 
We should’ve known better 
Feel the imminence of wrath 
Of the desert

Dust Devil

Khamsin, The Breath Of The Demon

I saw a light a while ago 
A lone gleam down the road 
Came closer only to see it vanish 
I'm marching on into the night 

I don't remember your face 
The sound of your laughter, the taste of your tears 
Of joy and pain, and wildest fears 
All perish in memory 
I'm marching on into the night 

Where are the righteous? Where are the wicked? 
 Where are the chosen ones? 
All turned into the anthracite 

Where are the wealthy? Where are the poor?  
Where are all the oracles? 
All gone into the blackest night 

The torn tarp I covered you with 
Was taken away by the piercing wind 
Under these hills now you forever rest 
I'm bound to go on all alone 
I'm marching on into the night 

Shadows creep soundlessly in the dark 
As I'm going down the burnt black road 
Bones turned to sand squeak under my feet 
I'm alone in the world of death 
Marching on into the night 

I saw a light a while ago 
A blue glow down the road 
Came closer only to see it vanish 
I'm marching on into the night

The Blackest Night

In the Wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I.
All life is choked in the shower of barren thoughts.
The desert is the Abyss, one spot accursed in a world of bliss.
The Stars are but thistles in that waste.

Speak, speak, speak, millions of mad voices in my brain,
Like dust devils senselessly they swirl.
Swirling swirling swirling useless thoughts, pointless thoughts,
Each shrieks, "I am I! I am insane!"

All is dispersion. These are the qualities of things.
The world of adjectives, and there is no substance therein
The Dweller in the Abyss in the confusion of his thought
Is terrified by silence, by silence can he be brought to obey.

Swirling swirling swirling useless thoughts, pointless thoughts,
Each shrieks, "I am I! I am insane!"

In my soul is utmost fear.
In my soul is utmost fear.

Speak, speak, speak, millions of mad voices in my brain,
Like dust devils senselessly they swirl.
Swirling swirling swirling useless thoughts, pointless thoughts,
Each shrieks, "I am I! I am insane!"

Inspired by Aleister Crowley's "The Book Of Lies, 42 ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΜΒ Dust-Devils" and "The Vision and the Voice, The Cry of the Tenth Aethyr". Copyright © Ordo Templi Orientis

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Thickets of a mystical forest, a scorched post-apocalyptic land, or the depths of cosmos - these are just a few of the themes of many a sonic picture drawn by Dismal Beeches. This sombre ensemble is comprised of musical collaborators, who are bound to create intimate, aural portrayals of the sacred mysteries of Nature.

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