Bubbling

I produced these tracks in a fugue state a little over a decade ago. I don't remember fully how they came to be. But they correspond strongly to experiences I was having at the time, and still resonate powerfully with me. Here they are remastered and otherwise unmodified. They might see further revision down the line but I like preserving the original creation. Ideally listen with headphones.

Morality & Misanthropy

Golden Teacher

Catharsis

original lyrics and vocals performed over Krallice -- IIIIIII (www.youtube.com/watch?v=pua9aQ17-3A) from their album Years Past Matter
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Forest demon
Gray wispy body
Red eyes and contorted face locked in a pained and bitter scowl

Scrambling in flight from the benevolents
From their secret temple beneath the mossy hills
Having stolen the forbidden scrolls
A frail patchwork of birch bark, ferns and pine leaves
Threaded with opossum tail

Clutching the patchwork grimoire
He frantically scrabbled through its crumbling pages
While he drew from his shadow body a bewitched concoction of wormwood and sulfur
Pouring it over the scrolls he hastily invoked the spells of furious mages
Dark wizards exiled for the crime of necromancy
Harboring murderous designs to summon hordes of the accursed interred
To pillage the enchanted forest
To destroy the temple of benevolents
To defile the sacred place of refuge for the good earth's creatures

Seeking the favor of wretched wizards of old
The forest demon with the scrolls of forbidden knowledge
At last spoke into existence THE SPELLS

Ontological permutations of grotesque imaginings
Darklit torture and madness
Expertly shameful, warped creations from spiteful evil beings
Unholy transformations
Wrought by the forest demon's depraved alchemical transmutation
Manifesting the last commandments of wicked sorcerers

Red eyes rolled back
Muttering the incantations
The forest demon unleashed from the scrolls
A horrid profane whirlwind of reanimated corpses
The blizzarding torrent of fetid rotting things
Devoured the forest demon along with the scrolls
The dark mages had now realized their sordid fantasies
And passed gleefully into the shadow realm
From where they beguiled and betrayed the forest demons (and imps and trolls too)
Dread and sorrow for the benevolents as they witnessed the approach of the undead hordes

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