Cast Away Souls

by Cardinal Wyrm

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Operant Cardinal Wyrm's is a singular sound - so musical and melodic - as exciting as Katatonia's "Dead End Kings" but at once heavy as having your head crushed by any "post-doom" gravestone to date. If you're looking for HEAVY musical genius that stands way above others experimenting on the multi-genre edges of doom metal, look no further than Cardinal Wyrm. 10/10 and my choice for the best record of 2016 and 2017. Favorite track: The Resonant Dead.
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Wake and listen from your sleeping Can you hear the whole world creaking? Rise now from your stupor Lift up your craving eyes Behold a sheen of silver The consul of the void Anoint the rusted cups and Unbless these holy seas Filled to the brim with crimson Drink deep your blasphemies For years we lived as spirits Parade the world as ghosts Emerge now cold and weary Into the arms of final host All sleepers awake Encroaching horizon Beyond these walls Rejoice with poison The chasm calls I’m not made for this world I volunteer my treason Now the flags of the end unfurl A changing of the season I’ve wandered far and wide Supped the salt in distant lands Trying to fill this hole inside As I turned the dirt in my hands I’ve lingered close to home Felt the breath heave where I stand Step into this void alone And see the dirt wash from my hands The dust of stars Courses through our filthy souls The nebula Beckons again before it folds Our phantom limbs will find The grip that they’ve been seeking We shed the shell of this world Down into chaos we sink Doom’s gilded ambassador Reduce this flesh to ribbons A final dawn upon the earth The last light cast in silver I’ve lingered close to home Felt the breath heave where I stand Step inside of this void alone And see the dirt washed from my hands Another sun Casts a light on all of my mistakes Magnificence In emptiness and silence that awaits… HERE HE COMES
A cold moon casts upon the shore The fading glance of twilight The black sea shimmering before us Fades into the night Crouched on withered shins Bent before forever Blood to tame the spirit of Loss and the misery All clean thoughts to sever From this plagued inheritance It’s the end of the fall And the time of the winds Hear the creaking of boards And the voice of the storm A thimble of vinegar is all That separates the soul From ruin and regret The sound of all of those that we lost It rings Resounds with every step Cradled in winter’s sheath A sun shone forever Beautiful restless spirit of This living heresy Our silent bond irreverent Hold true to our sacred call Hear the coming of the spring And the heat of the thaw All around us they sing All these voices they call Crouched on winter shins A sun shone forever Beautiful restless spirit of This plain of heresy All clean thoughts to sever Hold true to our sacred call It’s the crying of the wind And the call in the storm It’s the creaking of boards It’s the reverent time And in my head Sing the resonant dead Sing the resonant dead Speak the resonances Sing the resonant dead The sound that binds us all Cradled in withered sheaths Bent before forever Blood to tame the spirit of Lost lives of misery Our silent bond irreverent The sound of our plagued inheritance Hear the herald of the wind And the creaking of boards Hear the voice of the storm And the end that surrounds
We walked till dawn To find the doorway to the stars (A dream of release In shaking vows To leave this world Of pain unbound) Across the raging waters Into the chamber of earth and stone (A tomb at rest In cruciform The corbelled slabs Above the swells) A seeker falls, down, Into the pit ‘neath moss-filled walls (Our brother gone We can’t look back We move as one Into the black) One more friend lies in our wake, but We push forth our escape to the stage above (A multiverse The planes unbound And here we sweat In its siren sound) Tunnel through crumbling halls Where the dead bear quiet witness Torches lit as we crawl Secure our desperate egress But when we emerge To the shadow that orbits our thoughts And holds us down with its weight This idol of stone That we built to free us from this place Points up to the void Knowingly as it laughs in my face The ancient songs, Tales of the wyrmhole Where we could abscond When they put us against the wall This parallel universe That we sought through our menhir’s magic Left us on the hill Could and fraught from this grave passage There is no door No portal to forgiveness We’re left on the shore Forlorn ones to bear witness
Where were we when the continents fell? Where were we when the oceans swelled? Were we lost and adrift, were we drowning then? Were we safe, were we clinging to trinkets then? The sea had its monsters adorned with our crowns, Put our faith in the sky as its weight held us down Keep us safe, keep us penned, keep us hollow men This deal we have with the devil Keep our gaze at our feet till we sleep again Just because we’re able There’s a hole deep within and it won’t relent Deep blue sea in which we revel There’s a sky up above, seas surround us then… …ever caught in the middle.
When the bell tolls then we bring out our dead ones in hope Burn the sick sheets These times of the pall, we float in the midst of its presence Drift in circles We walk through the clouds that corrode our skin, lay our bones before the Silent hunter It waits for the cold and the weak to succumb and our fears to vapor Drink and breathe in… A horned beast walks through these streets in shade of streetlights Its footsteps sound through the fog that lingers tonight A shrill scream rings out into your fevered visions The blood needs salt to flow along through its mortal prison The coiled knees and cloven hooves are poised to crush the sickened And twelve eyes look on and stare into the cloudy distance It sees you and it knows you feel its stinking presence Pulled down into the dirt before your last confession Shadows through the mist, they dance in clouded mirrors Raise the cup and drink, delay these psychic shivers The fear of the outside, it cuts with blades and needles One more hour to hide, before the final leaving time Before I face the demon My soul it drifts away Through a fog of sins and a past despised, In the burning smoke of ages With cold dead weight of words unsaid And the bitter taste of ashes Sits on the heart like city snow, I stand and watch the sun go down Oh where did it go wrong for me? Now the judgement bell is tolling Such a paltry faith in prophecy When you see the heads are rolling… Haunters of my past lives Stalkers in the mind’s eye Watchers of the end times Gathered on the cliff side Shroud of fog fills my mind When the final bell chimes Spirits of the dead cry, “Come and take the last ride.” Come and take the last ride.
A secret whispered into dust Beneath the rumbling grey The sky above, a groaning husk, Brims and fades away I’ve coughed up dust now for so long Forgotten how to breathe But when the first drops fall they don’t stop For you or me Hear the cracked mouths cry for rain The dry land thirst for water We slit their throats in sacrifice For our sons and daughters Praying for a future Killing for a new day Be careful what you wish for Lest it all be washed away After the dry years Let fall the rain A curse on all your houses, those were the words that were said before the crimson herald came to deliver the message of rain. A robed envoy of deluge and flood against a bloated, black horizon, stood before the prince of the thousand year storm. Engorge your lustful mouths, it said, and choke down the sodden waters of yours prayers. A thousand lives ago I dreamed of a distant place Where winding waters flowed With each drop the pain erased And drowning in the hopes that we set aloft on diseased wings Harbored tales of rain in the shelter that our dreams bring Return us to the soil when we’re cold and soft and leaking Forgive us all the sins that we spent as we were seeking The mythological figure of Charon appeared to the Greeks as first an unkempt and then a kindly ferryman, pilot of the boat that carried the dead across the river Styx to the shore of eternity. But this river has two shores, one in life and one in death, and as I stand before this great and distant body of water, I realize I know not on which side I find myself, or if I even care. A pound of flesh and silver Rest on eyes that see no more Two coins to pay the boatman That ferries us to the shore Here comes the century storm The drought shall come to pass Now ghosts and memories float up From the distant past And drowning in the hopes that we set aloft on diseased wings Harbored tales of rain in the shelter that our dreams bring Return us to the soil when we’re cold and soft and leaking Forgive us all the sins that we spent as we were seeking (All washed away) A pound of flesh and silver (All washed away) Rest on eyes that see no more (All washed away) Two coins to pay the boatman (All washed away) That ferries us to the shore (All washed away) This was the curse that the consul sent, an aching thirst that can’t be quenched. I realize now I know not on which side I find myself, or what I hoped to find, stood before the prince of a thousand year storm.


released October 14, 2016

Cardinal Wyrm are:

Leila Abdul-Rauf - Trumpet, Vocals, Live Bass
Pranjal Tiwari - Lead Vocals, Drums
Nathan Verrill – Bass, Guitar, Organ, Vocals

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

Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege, Portland, Oregon

Artwork by Kim Holm

(C) and (P) 2016 Cardinal Wyrm

Special thanks to Jarkko Pietarinen and Svart Records, Kim Kelly, Vivek Venkatesh, Kat Urbaniak, Joelle Garson, Kat Young, Uzala (Chad, Chuck, Darcy), Starlight Ritual (Damian, Dan, Forge, JF, Lou), Vastum (Adam, Dan, Leila, Luca, Shelby)


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