Black Hole Gods

by Cardinal Wyrm

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"Theatrical and grandiose... let its miasma blot out the summer sun." - Decibel

"A monolithic slab of vaguely theatrical yet heavy-as-fuck doom. Imagine Reverend Bizarre jamming on a bunch of Sleep tunes in a vacuum, and you’ll have some idea of the band’s dense, riff laden sound." - Terrorizer

"This band does their thing in such a pleasing, honest-to-goodness way, I can’t help but genuflect in their presence. Heaviness, melody, tales of grime, blood, and death, and cleanly sung vocals that truly bellow all are included in this package, and if you’re a fan of bands such as Candlemass, The Reverend Bizarre, Solitude Aeternus, and Argus, you’ll like love the hell out of what’s going on here." - Meat Mead Metal

"Finndoom meets Sleep meets Amphetamine Reptile Records: That'd be the quick and dirty method to deciphering the formula wielded by this booming trio." - Last Rites

"An hour long soundscape woven from the fabric of doom, occult rock, goth, and psychedelia. It's a breath of fresh air in a sub-genre currently jammed with death dealers and sludge monsters." - Metal Injection

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released 05 August 2014

Cardinal Wyrm are:

Rachel Roomian - Bass, Organ, Vocals
Pranjal Tiwari - Drums, Lead Vocals
Nathan Verrill - Guitar, Synth, Vocals

Guest Vocals on "Dreams of Teeth" by Leila Abdul-Rauf

Recorded and Engineered by Greg Wilkinson at Earhammer Studios, Oakland, California

Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege, Portland, Oregon

Artwork by Marcelle Marais
Fine Art Scanning by Michael Smith-Heimer
Additional Cover Digital Design by Nathan Verrill
Inlay Design and Layout by M.Thorn

Contact: cardinalwyrm@gmail.com

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Track Name: Deep Within
Deep Within
There is a song that no one else can hear but me
Deep Within
There is a voice that speaks its words to only me
Deep Within
There is a song that no one else can hear but me
Deep Within
There is a voice that speaks its words to only me

In the darkness
Without light
In the darkness

Deep Within
There is a song that no one else can hear but me
Deep Within
There is a voice that speaks its words to only me
Deep Within
There is a song that no one else can hear but me
Deep Within
There is a voice that speaks its words to only me

In the darkness
Without light
In the darkness
Home
Track Name: Dreams of Teeth
I am walking on the borders
Caught within a waking sleep
There's a weight upon my shoulders
And the pinpricks at my feet
Oh these troubles they grow and they
Cloak me in the sweat of nightmares
Spend my last days on this earth
But still I fear the dreams to come with sleep
Come with sleep

In the ruined house
On the path that leads straight down
Wake to find an arm of scars
And a sigil on the ground

There is no light left in breathless sleep
But these waking hours are too much for me
Feel the muscles heavy on my frame
And the fear of dreams that come again

Mud caked clothes like a shroud,
Fists digging in through the sweat of fear.
Light fades, night is bearing down.
Soon the apparitions will appear.

In the ruined house
On the cliffs that lead straight down
Wake to find a night of stars
And a sigil on the ground

Pull back the teeth are coming loose
Red salt and thick wet breathing
And the roots stare into open air
And the open nerves are screaming

Trapped within these rags
Smoke it fills the senses
Amid the rocks and crags
Here we shall gather

In the ruined house
Crouching in the corner
Slip through shifting soil
Down to the lost caverns

There's no light in breathless sleep,
Waking hours too much for me,
Feel the muscles on my frame

Fits and crags and boulders
There's a weight upon my shoulders, oh these troubles.

Lucid dreams so frequent now
Get through being awake somehow
Living gates to distant shores

We will sing this sermon now
On the cliffs that lead straight down
Waiting for the visions that will follow

Found within these halls
The skeletons of dogs
Climb the spectral wall
Here I am legion

Count the days in bones
On shifting sands alone
Death and life and waking
Locked in eternal struggle

I am walking on the borders
Wide awake but still I
Fear the dreams to come

Wrapped in rags that smell of smoke
Above the stinking ground below
Wisps like voices float around me

Falling into darkness now
Waking in the ruined house
Between the living and the dead

We will sing this sermon now
On the path that lead straight down
Waiting for the visions that will follow

You see my eyes, red and bloodied from the sunrise
Skin cracked and peeling, dried tongues revealing
I stand with my feet upon this wasteland
Where is it I've woken? Forget the words I've spoken
It's a gift from the skies to be living in these end times
Show them what you're made of
What are you afraid of?
Afraid of?
Track Name: Born in a Barren Land
A thousand years
A thousand lifetimes away
I sit alone and I drink to memories outcast
Come so far
These memories just to escape
But in my mind the past is footsteps away

And then the young man said unto me
The dark cloud on your brow's plain to see
Said you've wandered long from where you once came
The place you call home, does it have a name?

A thousand years
A thousand lifetimes away
I sit alone and I drink to memories outcast
Come so far
These memories just to escape
I drink alone to a place I'd rather forget

This throat is dry and cracked from my silence
And my eyes lost focus from watching the past
But still I turned to him with this guidance
And told him the tale of a bitter outcast

Said

I was told of exalted bloodlines
And pasts writing futures on these palms
My mother bloomed in the greenest gardens
My father the prince among seven sons
But I'm so far from my whitefish sisters
Who call from the cold and distant streams
A fleeting glimpse at a pale horizon
A path that I'll walk alone it seems

Three fifths a man
I was bred in the dust and sand
For I was born in a barren land
They said
You’re just
Three fifths a man
I was bred in the dust and sand
For I was born in a barren land

He said just think of what's yet to come
Now that you're in a place that you choose
But how can you think of futures when you're numb?
When you face up to your demons and lose?

I grew tired of exalted bloodlines
And gouged out the future from these palms
My mother burned and my father made me
A bastard abandoned on these shores
But I still hear my whitefish sisters
Who call from the cold and distant seas
Closer now to that pale horizon
The path that I walk alone supreme

Three fifths a man
I was bred in the dust and sand
For I was born in a barren land
They said
You’re just
Three fifths a man
I was bred in the dust and sand
For I was born in a barren land

I'll drink here alone till thy kingdom come
And for those who'll listen I have these tidings
You should never forget where you're from
But it's much harder to live with the truth than hiding

Three fifths a man
I was bred in the dust and sand
For I was born in a barren land
They said
You’re just
Three fifths a man
I was bred in the dust and sand
For I was born in a barren land

Years ago
All that we know
Became the dark shadow that follows us

Cracked from below
Dream of the snow
Under the omniscient gaze of sun

Seven months old
Silver and gold
Eroded till the fairness turns to rust

Crawling across
Shores of salt
Watching all those with us turn to dust

Watching those around us turn to dust
Track Name: Warden of the Swans
He once was a watcher of magnificent things
The lord-protector of the lyre and its magic
But his charges have long since abandoned the lake
At the encroaching winter of the soul
In a uniform of faded symbols
Amid the crumbling ruins of Cygnus's idols
As he hears the swansong that calls from below
Tired eyes spinning with descending spirals
The warden of the final whirlpool
Stands waiting at twilight
On the event horizon
Track Name: Leaves of This Hanging Tree
Time is a pendulum

The hand swings forward, then back down low
Through the vacuum of faith
And the devil you know

The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low

The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low

Forgiveness from above
Or the torment down below

The choice was never mine

The devil is called time

The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low

Dregs of lifetimes on the floor

Flecks of red and green and…
On the ground they’ll lay
And the colors fade

Coiled and spun like serpents
On the killing floor they writhe

Stare at me with their judgment
While the night herons fly

Time is a tentacle
The hooks sink in and drag us down low
Through the vacuum of faith

And the devil you know
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low
The leaves of this hanging tree are weighed down low
Track Name: I Am The Doorway
The dragon stands between heaven and earth, appearing to the frightened as an angel of death. A forlorn and terrible figure, standing in the crossroads, like the beast of their cradle-bound nightmares. But seen by those who have known him before their time, who have entered the plane of the sophist, and known the apathy and calm of the willing martyr.

And this Gilded Wyrm shall say unto them:"Behold, for I am the doorway. By me if any one shall enter, deep within, so shall they traverse into the fervent pastures of lunacy.”

The planes of this multiverse are many-faced, and the prism inside bends beams of beauty. From the impish light of the Annelid moon, we cross the threshold.

Leave behind the scourge of this existence, oh ye the turncoats of this willing struggle.

Leave, leave behind the scourge of this existence. Watch. Watch the dance of the Nataraja. Listen. Listen to the voice of the naga.

(Selected written excerpts from ‘Chronicles of the Wyrm Mythos’ by Godwinson Asquith Stanley. Audio samples from Stanley’s oral diary, ‘The Portal and My Final Days’)
Track Name: Cult of the Coiled Spine
There’s a dull ache at my back
A slack caduceus straining
The groaning axis of the world

The unexplained vexations
Angst and hallucinations,
The burdens of surrendered souls

Huddled at the base we shiver
Milk-sop sodden infants
Held in formless suspension

Sexless globules shudder
Palm sweat and quickened breaths
Under the boot and ecstatic

They say their prayers

Hogtied in a shriveled
State of umbilical bondage
Of lifelong toil and endless wandering

Cradled in the caul fat
Crisp and a stinking net of lace
Sugar coated skeletons of mesentery

The shell is hollow
And the being is sick
Restless in the dark night of its dormant dreams

We’ll go in through the nose,
Scrape away the grey mass,
Pipe out the froth, intestines, ancestral scum.

Gotterdammerung reality
Where death is a consolation
The good serf's Weltanschauung
And the sleeper's philosophy

Wandering among the growing ruin
Teetering on a mountain of skulls
All eyes fixed on false stars surrounding
While above, the black hole gazes on

Feel the fear and receive this blessing
The sacrament of the black hole gods
To be a ghost in the land of the living
With no way out and no place called home.

Live free or wither
With the cult of the coiled spine
Live free or wither
Serpent arisen
From the world that it sheds behind
Serpent arisen
Track Name: The Outlier
In the darkness, in the dark
In the darkness, in the dark...

Wake at the stroke of midnight, fall out with my frittered dreams
Now I chase the comfort of the sinister voices sounding
Through the tunnels underneath this heaving city
In the presence of the void that hangs above
I am searching for this constant gravity
This fleeting shadow’s weight and in my mind it’s only

One step behind
Like drifting phantoms
Collide like smoke
My battle to the death with the wolf in the night

I am searching
But it is hunting
One step behind
Lying in wait
Lying in wait
One step behind
Waiting
Watching