Black Hole Gods

by Cardinal Wyrm

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1.
02:13
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
2.
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?
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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’)
7.
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
8.
07:29
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

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Double LP and CD versions of this album are available from Svart Records. www.svartrecords.com

"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 August 5, 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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