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Sylvan Tombs and Cosmic Mourning

by Birkenmahr

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1.
What follows is directly taken from the LIBER BETULA PURPURA , dating back to the year 1789 A.D.: SCRIPTURE I "As the path went ever downwards, leading me through curated arrangements of broken branches, moss covered stones with strange markings towering over sunken steps, I felt an unidentifiable grief within my heart. Orchestrated by silent whispers of the western winds, still there was nothing else to do but to travel on. As if Death himself, with his black wings extended towards the lunar pathways, lured over my unsignificant body through these gigantic pine-trees, a weight was placed upon my shoulders. With every step closer to the source of sorrow, my mind swept more and more into a surreal dream flooded by purple fog. This soil was not, this soil could and never would be. The bounds of imagination felt limitless here. Wandering alone but with company….. someone is always close by."
2.
SCRIPTURE II “Now before me as if in a nocturnal hall, a great gate of birches appeared. Behind it there was light, there were the stars that created the earth underneath it. I took a deep breath and entered the illuminated void, painted in silver colors of night. I drifted from this world. My mortal vessel let loose through the sylvan realm, as if unchained from the ghastly slavers of time, now hunted upon sacred grounds. The lights before me offered salvation, a new haven to rest my anchor.”
3.
SCRIPTURE III “Intoxicated by the scent of the galaxies I chased the lights before my eyes. They seemed so close yet so far. My feet stepped over root and through fog covered meadows, the lights were still too far to reach. Grief took shape in these moments: A specter on all fours exited my body, hunting after the illuminated dots in between the trees. He washed away in front of my eyes as his ghost approached the moon and became one with it. I looked up, ever falling backwards into misery. Gazing at the planets above, I finally lost sight.”
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SCRIPTURE IV “The mounds were close now. Fireflies and sprites danced upon the hills to the chants from beneath the earth. “Their specters are awaiting you my fellow wanderer! We have such things to show you, you would not believe it! Mourning yet grateful are all those who enter here, so should you.” My eyes beheld a thing hanging in the trees above me. A blue glimmer came from its outlined body, while a crown placed upon his rotten head decorated and gave a sense of kingly glamour to his decomposed corpse. A noose tightly wrapped around his neck shone as bright as a royal necklace refined with diamonds from the deepest bowels of the earth. As the king raised his bony claws towards the moonlit skies, cold flames arose from his translucent crown. “Move north, move now. More company than you´ve ever dreamed of, merrier lives than you´ve ever wished for… all lies within hand´s reach. Mind the gap, climb to the top, you´re on the right path now my dear….” I wished that I´d never stepped through that gate, never crossed the threshold. Now all that was ahead was my duty to fulfill. The journey to take, the mountain to climb. With a heavy heart I crossed the field of the dead and climbed up the ruinous hillside. Upon its top a tower gleamed with purple shine, touching the moon above the very peak.”
5.
“I stood upon the top of my sorrow, a tower I built myself. The moon granted me light, gifted my mind with rest, while the eastern wind blew through the battlements. There it was…. An ancient site underneath my feet, there in the valley. The ruins lit by lunar candlelight welcomed me and bid me in.”

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"With every step closer to the source of sorrow, my mind swept more and more into a surreal dream flooded by purple fog......."

From crooked sylvan paths to the core of the moon, from the roots of an oak to the extinguishing of ancient stars.

The specters of this soil rest below the galaxies above.

-TO EARTH AND STARDUST, TO WOOD AND METEORITE-STONE-

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released May 23, 2021

Recorded in hermitage over the course of one year: MMXX - MMXXI.

Cover Artwork by Zephyr / Vile Crown Creations : www.instagram.com/vilecrown/

Background wind- and nature-sounds on tracks 1, 2 & 4 taken from
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Zephyr - MMXXI

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