Fen - Carrion Skies


Original Version Brown woodbox Version Black woodbox Version
1. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 1 (Beacons of War) 11:08 1. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 1 (Beacons of War) 11:08 1. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 1 (Beacons of War) 11:08
2. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 2 (Beacons of Sorrow) 6:30 2. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 2 (Beacons of Sorrow) 6:30 2. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 2 (Beacons of Sorrow) 6:30
3. The Dying Stars 9:50 3. The Dying Stars 9:50 3. The Dying Stars 9:50
4. Sentinels 10:10 4. Sentinels 10:10 4. Sentinels 10:10
5. Menhir - Supplicant 11:52 5. Menhir - Supplicant 11:52 5. Menhir - Supplicant 11:52
6. Gathering the Stones 12:54 6. Gathering the Stones 12:54 6. Gathering the Stones 12:54
--- Bonus Disk --- --- Bonus Disk ---
1. Coffin Soil 17:29 1. Coffin Soil 17:29
2. Trilithon 4:57 2. Trilithon 4:57
3. Twilight Descends 15:12 3. Twilight Descends 15:12
--- Bonus Disks ---
1. The Malediction Fields cd 58:33
2. Epoch cd 64:55
3. Dustwalker cd 62:13
total time 62:24 total time 1:40:03 total time 4:46:17
2LP Version
1. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 1 (Beacons of War) 11:08
2. Our Names Written in Embers - Part 2 (Beacons of Sorrow) 6:30
3. The Dying Stars 9:50
4. Sentinels 10:10
5. Menhir - Supplicant 11:52
6. Gathering the Stones 12:54
7. Coffin Soil 17:29
total time 1:19:55


1. Our Names Written In Embers Part 1 (Beacons Of War)

Embrace the fallen leaves of the burned
Cry havoc these paeans of woe
Ten thousand sins sliced upon the canvas
Of a furnace as yet undimmed

The furnace is undimmed

These pyres scar a torpid sky
Steepled are the burning mounds
These offerings to eternity are legion

Beacons of war
Beacons of sorrow
Flames that yearn
For blood on the 'morrow

Cleansing

Never to be extinguished
Remorseless

And when the storm of our rage is thus spent
And crows stir the cinders of loss
What legacy remains in a frozen abyss
Strewn with the detritus of vengeance

Slaked are the thirsts
That sear the nation
But these throats yearn for more
Throats seared by hatred's screams
Parched by the lust for conquest
Soils turned to lifeless dust underfoot
Temples of rock reduced ruin

The birth and death of Empire
Rips at the skein of this world


2. Our Names Written In Embers Part 2 (Beacons Of Sorrow)

To march again and again
Under the sanguine banners that draped the skies
Clouds rain sodden ash and her eyes stream with tears
All that lies before us
Carrion seas and vulpine cries
Carrion seas and vulpine cries

Aeons crushed
Time-lapse devastation
Epochs fold
The breath of civilisations forged in ash

Our names were written in embers
Are carved into the bedrock of the fallen
Sand blown carcasses weave a weathered tapestry
On which we paint the lexicon of extinction
Litanies of loss
Chanted at bruised skies
Scarred by the violence
Of ideals embroiled

Dogma - credo
Unstitch reason
Cauterized - the feverish mantras
That brushed the lips of the spectral prophets
Crimson ichor stains the maw of the apostle
Desolation flows in torrents

Beacons of war
Beacons of sorrow
Illuminate the death-throes
That welcome the 'morrow

Dead this wasteland where once stalked phalanx of dreams


3. The Dying Stars

From the utmost depths
In blackest earth-flesh entombed
I have arisen again

The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance
Mountains cleft in twain
Forests cindered by starfire
Stir me from this greatest slumber

Blood runs once more
Blood of the forgotten seers
Blood of those buried of mist-shrouded loss
Veins pulse
To banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion
To unleash a howling keen of new knowledge

Knowledge

Ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil
My vision clears, my purpose hardens

Ascendance - thy gift sears
Burned by the embers of the dying stars

It was once said that there is beauty in destruction
That death brings serenity
In the final exhalation of eternal peace
Yet this thrashing conflagration of ending
That scours all senses and purges the mind
Brings only desolation
And sorrow and woe

Beliefs now cinders, credos in ruins

A cold wind brushes the dead skin of withered ideals


4. Sentinels

From the moss-wreathed skin
A whisper of eternity
The arms of the soil-bound sun

A heart that beats and speaks in dust
The teeth of worship
Spread their message to the stars

The time etched spine that turns the earth
That builds a bridge beyond
These sentinels stand tall
With roots entrenched in memory's blood

With silent purpose and astral intent
Forged in the cycles of ages
Broken for the flesh of tombs
Their spectral tongues reach through the atmosphere
To chronicle the churning of civilisations

The sky is a sphere
The sky is sphere in the burning night
As the vacant trails blaze with life
When voices speak the wheels grind
Now torn away from the storm of time

As they haze through endless motion
As the slate boned pylons mark their course
As ancient knowledge floods the graves
These sentinels stand tall

The gate remains unmoved
A monument to the intangible aether
This message faded to ashes
Their cries are as nothing in the spiraling winds

The gate remains unmoved, unbroken
The message faded to ashes
The door now locked on worlds unimagined
The key is lost, unknown, forgotten
Lost, unknown, forgotten


5. Menhir - Supplicant

Prostrate we are
On bended knee and foreheads pressed against the earth
Stained with blood
The altar is crimson yet the soils remain unslaked
Before the vastness of the megalith
Under the glare of a thousand veiled stares
So much more needed
More to be given to those beneath
Present thy fragile forms
Surrender... Supplicant

Enshrine in roots, the first ones scream out
A demand for vengeance
A clarion call that resonates
Throughout that cold void of forgotten epochs

In silent serried ranks we move
To the colossal pulse of the unknowable
Yielding
Willing
This malleable swarm
Compelled to carve remembrance
Harbingers of sundered generations
Slaves to a forgotten will

Casting our gaze to the star-studded skies whilst our souls
bleed into the thirsty earth - yet silent they remain
The keening wails of the singers of the summoning songs
remain unanswered, unheard. Yawning abyss, lifeless heavens
unheeding but our supplication endears, the need for sacrifice
resonates and echoes throughout generations
before us and generations to come

Shriveled wastelands tremble
To the remorseless march of the lost
Shackled in chains of surrender
Slaves we are
On broken knees and foreheads driven into the earth
Drenched with blood
The altar is eternal.


6. Gathering The Stones

Here... Down within the dead pile
Down amongst the dead
"Down within the dead pile
Down amongst the dead"

Calling... Nameless... Rootless

Currents, ply thy lash
Scorched and drowned
Punished and forgotten
Left to oblivion's embrace

Dwell... Eschaton

Carry this rock, our testament
A memorial etched in stone
(For each of us outside) - one tablet
One vessel, one guide, one totem
Whose roots dwell far below

At the depths

Who amongst them shall bear the names?
At the dawn of the ending?
When the crimson window opens
To flood all with the rage of the firmament?
To name is to remember
To remember is to summon
To give form from memory
This keening is sounds forever

Thy back stoops low
Under the weight of these stones

Where upon the judgment of the end-time
Will be laid bare upon a blackened canvas
To honor the litany of myriad of past worlds
Immortalized, crystalline
To be dissolved within pyres of subjugation

And there will be no sound
Silent are the funerals - For circles wreathed in ash

Grungyn: Artwork
Greg Chandler: Mixing, Mastering



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