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Old Witch​/​Keeper Split

by Old Witch

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craigsutherland
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craigsutherland Left yearning for light wandering the empty dark void as a forgotten consciousness as dark matter envelopes my inner sanctum
Drake Lansman
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Drake Lansman How Old Witch went under my radar until its recent demise I have no idea, but what a phenomenal introduction. Atmospheric / black / funeral / killer stuff and amazing vocals.
Darrin King
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Darrin King "The gloomier the better." Saith the Old Witch. Favorite track: Broken Soil on an Early Grave.
Damien
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Damien Transcending...takes me to somewhere very dark, peaceful, beautiful and ever so memorable. Favorite track: A Gathering of Strangers who Knew the Deceased bu Not Too Well.
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1.
grey rain falls and freezes a plague of memory falls upon the dead earth and black depths of time streatch endless unsommened eons call to me under a lifeless sun the woods, a sleeping power lingers under frozen earth a power, asleep but not dead listens for footsteps in the snow feed me with thy eternal essence though i slumber i shall wake though my weakness trembles at the breath of thy black soul like the burn sacrifice of love's sacred longing i shall become as thee immortal, pure, ruthless, divine in abscentia luci, tenebrae vinicunt in darkness, so shall i shine i shall not sleep in unrememberance death where is thy sting I summon THEE this brief sorrow this dull pain death is not the end
2.
soft moonlight falls on the cemerery clay pale flowers wilt on the stone perfumes the night as lonely spirits pass on these uncertain paths of the dead black hallowed soil, the womb of our birth dust to which all love returns I taste the sweet soil I've toiled to break, my flesh a sad feast for the worms sayest thou when darkness falls that this light never was? eons pass sleep take my hand black depths of time this unkno wn land listen to the whisper of the winds a sad tale told unnumbered times pale ghostly flowers a faint spectral gleam a fragrence of sweetest decay perfume the night as I wander along these uncertain paths like a wraith sounds of weeping carry on the breeze under a funeral sky we commit thy seed night creatures howl and mourn I lay beside thee in the thorns
3.
a dim broken ghost twists in the still hangs before my eyes her beauty far outshone the sun and withered all the flowers she touched the ground hardened turned to ice rather than accept her still warm form she lay out on the glade her lovers wept a hymn of bitter promise to follow when they may this gathering of strangers this crowd of unfamiliar ones she wouldn't have known half of you
4.
it was just before the moon hung her weary heavy head in the gallows and the graves of the milky, milky cradle his tears have turned to poppies a shimmer in the midnight a flower in the twilight a flower in the twilight and our scream is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree they took him to the gallows he fought them all the way and when they asked us how we knew his name we died just before him our eyes are in the flowers our hands are in the branches our voices in the breezes and our scream is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree we're waiting by the willow our milky, milky cradle our lockets long have rusted his picture worn and weathered our hair is in the garden our voices in our toses our hearts are in the blossoms our eyes are in the branches and our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree

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released July 15, 2015

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Old Witch

Stooping in a rotting throne of dead oak, casting black thoughts to the stars, burning cold over the glacial wilderness, she reaches withered hands to the cold, eternal night, vast above the deep winter forest. We have spilled our lives an offering to old gods, this brooding vast land. Come, the funeralboats unfurl cruel sails to the north wind, seeking haven beyond the pillars of death.... ... more

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