Death Gifted a Bouquet

by Great Cold Emptiness

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The Elkmother speaks to me And tells me many things Of those without faith Of the soul searching and the destitute Those left scathing in the scuttles of time Born of the heavens yet made to wander here On this infernal plains of Abraham Sitting alone by the fire, a nymph came to me And spoke of her ancestors with a poisoned tongue Now she rests by the pools of Bacchus Indulged in the ecstasy of wine and erotica Lest she will fall to even darker seductions Only her descendants will know of her descent Fortunes gifted by a mass of writhing tendrils Eyes that gaze beyond the furthest horizons I've been there, a lonesome blind pilgrim And I've traveled for far too long And as I sit 'neath the firmament I can almost see you dancing with all her daughters In these flames that I will soon fall into Where I will see you again
A dark wind blows A woman gathers her clothes before the coming storm Her curtains dance She shouts her husband's name To a plaguelike sky Thunder rolls on by Her daughter rests by the shoreline A sun waits behind an iron armada His gentle kiss blows away from her When she sleeps, her mother curses the northern winds A pasture, a well and the first harvest of the year To dream is to die alone To stay is to die inside She could almost touch the color of the wheat Before it faded into the grey A man of oak stood next to her A hand on her shoulder, she was beckoned into the night The lantern has almost run out of oil And the snow keeps getting deeper The bread is burning over the hearth And the wind keeps on howling The mother of a fatherless child cries herself to sleep And the void keeps on growing
A dying fawn laughs And a new night comes To each their own, but I Was led by the fleeting bliss of youth A hearth lay empty Cold and flickering Waiting for a traveler to gather it Up into his arms The flight of those once made sacred A waste of futile existence Why tend to the flock if they all die anyways? From the calmest days, Shall you lead an uneasy kayak through the harshest storms And for you to rest only enrages her more Who am I to ease my suffering? To writhe in the snare, To carve marks into the bone Shall only appease the hunter more Or does it pity him, that he would starve without you Alas, the fawn slowly withers But not without the joyful weeping Of Saturn's rotten hand
An October night howls and a cabin lay empty For the cold hands grasped her Not unlike a drafty attic in December Or a moth stuck in a cedar wardrobe Born from the black cube of Andromeda I have been given stigmata from Orion The great bear of the cosmos follows me As he searches for the lost twins of time In my hands, a knife from the forests For which I shall cleanse the waters 'round my home Death gifted me a bouquet That will silence the eternal blaze of the wood fire By these shores, we have called this cabin our home Do you remember the perfume of burning spruce and honey Or the gentle petrichoral whispers of the northern rain Would you give that up for your false idea of freedom? A skeleton wanders these empty fields In search of meaning He ignores the shrieks of gods Or the orgies of Saturn as they call his name Ages and ages have passed by these woods And yet, she lays awake wandering in these wastes A bent pine growing ever closer towards the night A whale howling to the evergloam As he vanished into the darkwood A moonlit burial ground Shards of glass fall from her neck And a child sings of a withering pyre


Autumnal / Sorrowful / Stark / Funereal

Death Gifted a Bouquet is the second LP by Maine based Atmospheric Black/Epic Funeral Doom Metal giants, Great Cold Emptiness

It follows the story of a grieving mother living in solitude in the middle of a large autumn forest and the straining relationship she has with her daughter. Conceptually, it follows the daughter's understanding of living a fatherless life, with the father abandoning his family for worldly pursuits, the mother's descent into self-inflicted violence and alcoholism, and the importance of a man to be the protector of his household. Throughout, the daughter must decide if she wants to follow the same paths as the rest of her family or to forge her own. Themes such as hard work, family unity, corruption of the soul, humility & dignity, enlightenment through suffering and the beauty of frontiers are prevalent here.

Death Gifted a Bouquet is a heartbreaking and truly moving piece that had been inspired by my recent breakup of 3 years with a woman that went down a very dark path I could not follow. Contrasting the album's somber yet bittersweet ending, she ended up giving me extreme disillusionment of my purpose, who I am, what I stand for, and what my future is like. It's a labor of love and anguish I can call my best work thus far. You can expect the synth-laden textural atmospheres I'm known for, but it's a much darker and heavier release both sonically and thematically.

As always, I love you all and thank you for the support. If there's anything to be taken away from this album, it is that there is no greater love than the love shared in one's family. To give oneself for the unity of the whole is the greatest act one can do. Cherish your family, honor your name. Do not let the idle sways of individualistic modernity and hedonistic attempts at happiness deter you from following a simple and wholesome life. Without you, Great Cold Emptiness would have remained a shell of a project, and the ideas conveyed with this project would have been left to rot in the void.

I sincerely hope you enjoy this work as much as I enjoyed writing it,

- Nathan Gabriel Thomas Guerrette dit Latullippe

Recorded in Montreal, Quebec between Autumn 2018 and Spring 2020.

Physical copies available through Avantgarde Music and Flowing Downwards

Album art by Joseph Wright of Derby


released August 15, 2020

Nathan Guerrette - All Instruments
Meghan Wood - Vocals
Joseph Davidson - Guest solo on "The Little Deer"

Bogdan Makarov (NƎkkomix) - Mixing, mastering


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Great Cold Emptiness Saint Agatha, Maine

Great Cold Emptiness is a Cinematic Black Metal band crafted to share the lore of my home in Aroostook County, Maine and Québec

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