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The Long Way Down

by Boneweaver

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1.
Peering through reverent fingers, I watch them flourish and fall The Old Gods outlast them all Incanting, promising Paradise built on denial Witness the limping, primeval judgement of man Destined to want to hold on, If only for prodigal reckoning The Gods' whims be damned For the wages of sin is death Destined to need you, Letting go is more than I can do Peel my fingers back from the altar Let white knuckles at last let go I watch them flourish and fall Worshiping smooth tongued dreams, Paradise crumbles into the sea
2.
Look out over this great expanse Does its emptiness not call to you? Can you not see yourself in it?
3.
Bloodlines 07:27
Old man crimson covets your fire His keening voice surrounds you, Searching with ire Call on Discordia, to see you through And curse the night That drew you into Discordia I've fallen into crimson eyes, But 'ere dawn I'm moving on In fated decline, 'til rapture's auld lang syne, I know not what I... Providence, clad in white weeps in silent decline Crooked paths though fair in mind leave us naked and blind In fated decline, 'til rapture's auld lang syne, I know now what I have done Providence, clad in white weeps in silent decline Languid, saturnine, promising the divine Sneering at salvation in myopic reverie, Traditions long forgotten, call off your vigil This honor of flies and empathic lies, Bow and fall into crimson eyes Augur, seer, find your anathema, By right of birth Slake your thirst In fated decline, I won't let this fire die I will ride through the gates with my Head held high
4.
Fourth Birch 02:28
Taciturn I turn To the tacit urn And burn Let the winds scatter what they will Where they will
5.
The cold has crept to the foot of the wall As Sköll's wind beats down, The air in my lungs portends death And I am stepping into the night, Staring down this rabid, hollow eyed hunger of the void Five eyes perch on his shoulder, Four on high and one in the well So look now, look and see, We will pay for this treachery Sinking in to broken cycles Dread things gnaw at the roots below The cold crept in, drenched in sin Digging home to whistle through our bones Succumbing to ignominy The Gods laid the Leavings... As the Cold creeps into our bones, Darkness, all falls to you And the Wolf will have his due
6.
Empty Sky 02:13
When the sun is swallowed, And the moon wolfed down, The skies will by opened, Our sins wrought upon the heavens For all to see
7.
Oh, it's calling me, Containment in siren song Hypnotized, paralyzed as the tides rise and she sings, "Let the current take you" Rape the future, just to feel numb, Rape the past and be damned Derelict now, deaf and dumb Feel indifference strangle your Visions of the sun This dread, it comes in waves She's calling us to Bow in anguish Swept away to find that this dread ends in graves Birthed in Hedon, Drowning in Nihil, Born at dusk to languish in denial Call out to scatter my ashes o'er these black waves, Plea to strangle this tortured indifference Oh God, it's calling me, containment in siren song Hypnotized, paralyzed, as the tides rise and she sings, "Let the current take you" Let the tides wash over you Each wave leaving colder than the last Feel it drown your conscience Dance as your Gods drown For the end is on its way
8.
Ballast! Cast away those pieces of you, The detritus and deadwood Cast it into the river and watch It all finds its way home
9.
There's a stranger at the window, Tapping at the glass Meting out a threnody of curtain calls, Crimson falls Whispering that we will be "Broken, left unspoken A fettered soul to be dashed upon the rocks below" We will, We will be, We will be We will be broken Mist surrounds, legend shrouds Crucified for raising doubts Who we were was lost to how We're on our way down Martyrs all, skies fall When the rats drown, there is no high ground All around the fog rolls back, Quietly the moment fades As understanding dawns, I weep for Highwater Who we were was lost to how We never should have left the trees
10.
Sacred Grove 02:07
At the root of it all, peace returns
11.
Before us they rise, These storms converge To dance on the wire And break on the bulwark Until only emptiness remains Containment sighs as she lifts her eyes Following the echoes of our joyous strains Only emptiness remains As cataract highs darken the skies This deluge subsides For only emptiness The storm corrodes, and with it our souls The fates align, to cloud our eyes And leave us with empty skies Tell me now, and pull from the marrow Here in empty silence, what is this life worth now? You and yours for me and mine? No The fates have conspired to cut your tongue short Calling now that mark of iron in your eyes Don't look down, stare into me Cast down, to the black Clinging to what won't be back Prostrate at the foot of the altar Head bowed, knuckles cracked White eyes, spitting black Cast down the steps to the blackened emptiness Where fettered souls lay broken Is all that I've tried a quixotic lie? Tilting with Nihil to glance off the bulwark Containment, commit to pain And step into the storm's eye

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Boneweaver's debut album "The Long Way Down" combines powerful instrumentation and dynamic vocal delivery with multilayered soundscapes to create a truly authentic and compelling foray into modern metal.

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released March 1, 2020

Guitar, bass guitar, vocals, synthesizer - Tristan Feilla
Drums, mix, master - Mark Stewart
Guest guitar solo (Depths) - Sam Mooradian
Synthesizers (White Knuckles) - Anthony Gurovsky

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Boneweaver Madison, Wisconsin

A project that surrounds powerful instrumentation with contemplative sections of nuanced atmosphere, evoking imagery of yawning gulfs and breathtaking vistas.

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