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All tracks by The Coven of the Gothwitch 
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Special thanks for arranging track order to
Xaina Sarpenta
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Gothwitch - Morphaelis (Free Album Download)

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Gothwitch - Command The Souls

Gothwitch - Blood Red Skies

Gothwitch - Gloom

First experiments with Meris' Enzo X coupled with Meris' Mercury 7...5 tracks of guitar punted through their synth and reverb/echo boxes...Def a headphone mix...

A Terrelian 7

Zonk

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

Pictures: Lht
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

A mirror of its former light, slowed and reimagined. This version of Passed Light drifts through inverted spaces—where warmth becomes shadow, and echoes stretch longer than meaning. Each beat is a bridge between the shimmer that once was and the silence that remains. Descend into a downtempo dream where light isn’t gone—it’s just somewhere else.

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Passed Dark (Zankyo Side)

‘caeli medio’
Travel stories.
2023 live performance.

The Santa Teresa Tram is one of the oldest trams in the world. It travels beneath the gaze of Christ the Redeemer which dominates the city of Rio de Janeiro.

Tools :
Pam’s, SIG, Varigate.
- Loquelic Iteritas Percido > Disting mk4 (C-3 clockable ping pong delay) > FX Aid (#25 reverb room stereo) > Zagrzeb (lp out).
- Basimilus.
- Rings > Monsoon (clouds mode).
- Plaits (pair of classic waveforms) > Desmodus Versio.
- DFAM > DSP (reverb).
Diode Chaos, Clep Diaz, Tetrapad.
Buff Mult, Sinc Defero, Mutes.
StMix, Black stereo mixer, Listen IO.
Recorded live and mastered with Logic Pro.

Associated image : Petrus Major.

Santa Teresa Tram [travel stories]

18.07.25 (Live Recording)

pell

Some say the trees remember all,
that light is how they mourn.
Some say they bleed for what we lost
the moment we were born.

So do not speak. Just lay your head
beside the roots tonight,
and listen to the earth exhale.
where baobabs bleed out light.

Where Baobabs Bleed Light

Gothwitch - Blackened Hearts

Gothwitch - Snare

An atonal, twelve-tone composition, taking some inspiration from the Webern approach to atonal music and just making it very compact. To me that approach legitimately does make the atonal "sound" easier to digest. Bite-sized pieces. Hope you enjoy!

Verde

24 6 8

I'm currently experiencing the worst bout of depression I've had in my life. Which says a lot, because I usually have some level of depression constantly. It's been going on for a while now, and I have been neglecting all forms of social media. I apologize for not listening to all your tracks. I've just been uploading, and responding to DMs... Eventually anyway. My writing has changed a lot too. My tracks don't sound like they came from hell anymore lol. Hopefully this will be resolved sooner rather than later. Until then I'll just keep dumping my crap here for the few people who still are around.

He/Him
Neurodivergent
Satanic-Atheist
Anarcho-Socialist

Tracks vary in quality and style. I just make something and upload it even if it sucks. I just want to enjoy making noise.

Gothwitch - Snare

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