This is my introduction to the world of House of Horologue, which is an upcoming concept debut record by me. This is not part of the record, but a track to set the mood overall. I would like to talk about House of Horologue before I talk about this song. The House of Horologue is not merely a setting it is a character. It is a house in mourning. Not simply aged or abandoned, but permanently marked by something dreadful that once transpired within its walls. Something monstrous happened there something so unspeakable that it outlived the victims and the perpetrator alike. And for this, the house has been cursed by reputation, whispered about, shunned. But the house did not ask for this. We pass through homes as if they are disposable skins, but houses remain. They do not move. They bear witness. Their silence is a kind of suffering. I’ve always imagined houses as alive perhaps not as we are, but alive nonetheless. Their fireplaces beat like hearts and their stillness carries sorrow.

This particular house, before its condemnation, had once been warm. It had offered shelter. It had been loved not perfectly, but truthfully. Then came the event that ruined it, and though the perpetrator left, the house remained. Alone. With memory as its only company. And perhaps that is the deepest tragedy not the suffering itself, but the fact that it had no escape. No way to die. It simply endured. I believe many of us know houses like this. We have walked past them. Some of us have even lived in them without knowing. Felt the chill and blamed the cold. But perhaps it was grief, speaking in the only language it knows. That is the heart of House of Horologue. A place marked not by its crime, but by its endless, wordless endurance of it.

Now, about the track by the title alone, you can probably tell that it centers around the killer of the House of Horologue, the one who truly gave the house the name it never deserved. This piece takes place five decades before the events of the record itself. It’s meant to serve as a tone-setter an unsettling introduction to the world the album inhabits. In this track, we witness the killer within the House of Horologue committing the very sins that would haunt the structure forever. There is one voice the killer’s woven clearly through the composition, and six more belonging to the victims. Their presence flickers in and out through the whole track. At the core of the track lies an 18-line poem, repeated endlessly beneath the surface. I believe it was written by the killer himself. But it’s buried so deep within the layers of sound that unearthing it becomes almost impossible. I drew heavy inspiration from the works of Luc Ferrari and John Cage when creating this piece. My goal wasn’t to make something traditionally listenable, but to conjure a mood, an atmosphere, a kind of dread that sets the stage for everything that follows. I wanted the track to feel like a haunted place in itself alive with memory, heavy with guilt.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for stepping into this world with me. This is only the beginning.

LYRICS:

The killer is me.
The killer is me.
The killer is me.
The killer is—
The killer is me.
The killer is me.
The killer is meeeee.

The killer.
The killer.
The killer.
The killer.
The killer.

The killer is me.

The killer.
Killer.
Killer.
Killer.

With me.
With me.

The killer is me.

The killlll...

The Killer of the Horologue House 𓂀

Ash-river unbends.
Feather-tooth prayer.
Circle without circle.
Unlight births hymn.
Root beneath root
ice burns, wound blossoms.
Gate unmade:
wolf? bird? silence?

from Apokatastasis, releases September 8, 2025
Produced by: Janus of The Meadow
Mixed by: Janus of The Meadow
Mastered by: Janus of The Meadow

Wolves & Birds

A hush of thaw drifts through the orchard,
where frost and pollen quarrel in the air.
The river bends with a secret it cannot tell,
its surface dimmed by a lanternless sky.

Somewhere between the dust of summer roads
and the brittle hush of winter’s gate,
the black sun lowers without ceremony
not ending, not beginning,
only pressing its shadow into the marrow of the hour.
credits
from Apokatastasis, releases September 8, 2025
Produced by: Janus of The Meadow & Kazmir Drechno
Mixed by: Janus of The Meadow
Mastered by: Janus of The Meadow

PS-006. Released via Pratumscúan, 2025. Janus of the Meadow.

The Black Sun Descends

Everything suffers
even the stillness bleeds.
Suffering blooms
where nothing speaks.

The Killer of the Horologue House 𓂀

Aldebrand The Reverberant

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