Obsidian Tongue - My Hands were Made to Hold the Wind
From the album: A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time
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After releasing a brilliant debut album "Subradiant Architecture" last summer, the massachusetts-based duo Obsidian Tongue is back with their second installment "A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time." Cold, unwavering, primal black metal with a rich organic sound and real melodic sensibilities, Obsidian Tongue has been praised for their exceptional balance of the melodic and raw aspects of black metal, and that is certainly apparent in the new material.
In May 2013, Obsidian Tongue returned to the analog Mystic Valley Studios in Medford, Massachusetts to record the new album. Consisting of 6 songs averaging 9 minutes in length, "A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time" is a psychedelic and introspective journey through the collective unconscious of Man and the dark half of the emotional spectrum; A sonic depiction of the spiritual affirmation and personal evolution attainable only through sorrow, anger and disillusionment. A noteworthy contribution to this musical odyssey has been made by John Haughm of the legendary dark metal outfit Agalloch, taking lead vocal duties for the album's title track. Released in an appropriately minimalist fold out booklet with all lyrics included, Obsidian Tongue's second release is the perfect sonic catharsis for fans of Enslaved, early-Opeth, Wolves in the Throne Room, Agalloch, Alda, Panopticon, Falls of Rauros, and Skagos.
....err fuck the specifications, for black metal fans in GENERAL.
Lyrics:
This soul is amorphous
glowing through nature in strange patterns
desperate follower, I wandered untraceably far from home
Lured by its trail -- flashes of gold
lured to the mountain & lulled to sleep
This was the one day no child should have slept
the caravan had come
to take those marked at birth for sacrifice in the River of Muninn
I was among the marked -- the ring of youth -- appointed to be drowned at dawn -- on the chosen day -- but I slept through the conjuring -- slept through the drums & horns -- I would have been a guardian -- Watching the grace of wisdom -- blossom through the ages -- instead I watched the stones & torches -- of the village banish me -- Self disintegrated -- Passion untarnished -- There must be another way -- The entity I was chasing -- The vicar of my failure -- expands upon my grief a notion -- glory in the wake of abandonment -- the river is still mine to take -- the soul is still mine to guard -- immortal passion in fast aging skin -- my hands were made to hold the wind
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