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I am a wanderer,
following a hidden path,
known only to those
who have not forgotten the world that was.
I envisage vast wilderness,
a sacred realm
unspoiled by modern man.
My path is lined with ancient alders.
They lead me through
black moors and misty fields.
I learned to think like a mountain.
I learned to speak a language older than words.
I learned to see with eyes unclouded by greed.
Bow down to Gaia,
bow down to Mother Earth.
My goddess, she in her I trust,
my fortress, my hightower,
my shelter, my shield,
my eternal love
and my one true home.
In my dreams I behold
a world falling apart.
Not a single black wolf
is preparing for the sacred hunt.
A white stag is bleeding out
far from the forgotten glade.
In my dreams I behold
a world falling apart.
Here is nothing
but eternal silence.
No birds are singing.
No seeds are sprouting.
I hang my head in shame.
Is this the bitter truth?
Do I secretly wish for the death of man?
My goddess, she in her I trust,
my fortress, my hightower,
my shelter, my shield,
my eternal love
and my one true home.
Bow down to Gaia,
bow down to Mother Earth.
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Twilight of the Machines
08:34
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We will waste away
clouded by darkness,
if we fail to bring about
– and by all means –
the twilight of the machines.
The collapse of time
to an extension in space
calibrated by machines
has bowdlerized our human rhythms.
We are bound to live a lie,
this empty shell of an existance
we call our life.
Exiled from presence
we are slaves,
nailed to the wheel.
And even now we hardly see the Earth.
We lapse into coma
with averted eyes.
The crisis deepens.
Burnt out are all sparks of resistance
and with every wasted hour
we choose to kneel.
Forever we will kneel!
We scarcely feel our hearts beat
before they break in protest.
We will waste away
clouded by darkness,
if we fail to bring about
– and by all means –
the twilight of the machines.
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Pneuma
06:57
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A flock of birds ascends
as the dreamer awakes.
I behold without breath
a world ablaze.
The wooden halls stand in flames.
The mountain fortress crumbles.
The pantheon of oak is under siege.
My mouth is filled with ashes,
every breath tastes like defeat.
I flee in search of shelter
towards the mountain peaks.
I leave this ravaged land.
I retreat to contemplate,
where i can become one,
with mist and snow,
with wind and stone.
...with mist and snow,
with wind and stone.
I ride on the back
of the last of the black wolves.
I bring with me the antler
of the last of the white stags.
I seek counsel with the spirits of the wild,
residing in the ruins
of melting glaciers high above.
A feral force shall gather.
Stormclouds herald the way.
A thawing glacierheart
starts beating for the last time.
The spirits of the night
shall enlighten the darkened sky
as the wild hunt heads
for the world of man.
Within the forge of progress
ancient forests vanish.
I grieve for the scalped hills
as the glaciers heart falls silent.
The white stag won’t ever
reach the forgotten glade.
All that is wild and free
will die on this fateful day.
Everything of beauty,
everything worth living for,
will be engulfed by flames,
will be consumed by machinery.
I shall perish,
fading ghostlike into the night,
desperate, yet knowing,
that my sacrifice was not in vain.
So I shall perish,
leaving this world forever,
desperate, yet knowing,
that I brought twilight
into the world of man.
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The Death of Man
04:06
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Heretoir is a german post-metal band founded by Eklatanz in 2006.
Devastating realism. Melancholy. Nostalgia. Isolation. Self-reflection.
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