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lyrics
Sky Burial
A Shrine on the Mountain
(Instrumental)
The Ritual
On mountain pantheons,
Crawling dawn among the cathedrals of cold stone ascends,
Embraces ancient sanctuary.
It hides from worldy sight.
Charnel grounds,
Altar possessed by death.
A sacred place for cultivating forthcoming emptiness.
Below the first light,
Priests, brothers of karma,
Prepare the rotting earthly gifts for aerial coroners,
The Daikins,
Supreme tyrants of Jhator,
Oh sky dancers.
Generous offering,
Human transition,
Into cloud furnace of the enlightened one.
He, who has changing faces knows the great beyond.
Consciousness has the task to fly through endless lands,
Witness countless nights and days in the ever-forming cycle.
It’s the will of samsara.
It’s the will of the insight.
The eternal liberation of travelling oneness.
Fierce, feathered beasts of storm ngesting the old flesh,
This impermanent vessel for continuous separations.
Bury me in the wind,
Bury deep in the final gale at the end,
To see the other side of this darkness,
From the final breath,
Until the first steps on forbidden heavens.
Embrace the air! Liberate me!
Free me from chocking stillness.
Let me join you oh dancers,
In the floating valley of the sky.
Stellar end and forming beginning,
Are devouring the opened gates of the body.
Releasing the essential unified seed of non-decaying self.
Now the shrine glows in luminous radiant evolution of spirits.
Astral Departure
(Instrumental)
On the Horizon of Bardo
“In recollection,
Of all former births,
Passed before his eyes.
Born in such a place, of such a name,
and downwards to his present birth, So through hundreds,
thousands myriads, all his births and deaths he knew.”
(Bardo Tödöl – Tibetan Book of the Dead)
A pilgrimage begins into silent towers of justice.
A sojourn is bittersweet where decline itself is rising.
An enthrophy and summoning shall cohere, so one meets judgement.
On the horizon of bardo you mean nothing.
Embrace the air! Liberate me!
Free me from chocking stillness,
Let me join you oh dancers!
Bury me in the wind,
Bury deep in the final gale at the end,
To see the other side of this darkness.
From the final breath,
Until the first steps on forbidden heavens.
An eclectic but incredibly well-integrated blend of traditional death metal, melodeath, black metal, progressive, and even a bit of folk (with the added bonus of audible and tasty bass guitar). The album has a consistent, pulverizing momentum punctuated by the rare acoustic passage or catchy chorus/refrain. Overall an unbelievably mature first offering from an up-and-coming band to watch. Facepalming Panda