The Weeping Stream
from St Elm's Fire by Great Cold Emptiness
lyrics
An elk marched on
For he has no care for the stream he drinks from
To be filled with blood, bile or sap
It matters not, the wanderer of these wastes
Shall the morning burn a new icon on his brow
Or the night carve away at his flesh
A ritual made for the pleasure of the candledwellers
Or some hyperviolent priestess
There is a stream, the elk will not go
For it has been tainted with the most pure of virtues
To settle with a child nearest the hearth
Is to know more than any of the elder gods
Or to carry the kettle a hundred miles to the sea
It matters not, the fish she cooks with
But the heart she uses as bait
Or which wood she heats the home with
Man without sun, the elk presses onwards
Unaware of his own demise
For he has no care for the stream he drinks from
To be filled with blood, bile or sap
It matters not, the wanderer of these wastes
Shall the morning burn a new icon on his brow
Or the night carve away at his flesh
A ritual made for the pleasure of the candledwellers
Or some hyperviolent priestess
There is a stream, the elk will not go
For it has been tainted with the most pure of virtues
To settle with a child nearest the hearth
Is to know more than any of the elder gods
Or to carry the kettle a hundred miles to the sea
It matters not, the fish she cooks with
But the heart she uses as bait
Or which wood she heats the home with
Man without sun, the elk presses onwards
Unaware of his own demise
credits
from St Elm's Fire,
released July 7, 2019
license
all rights reserved
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about
Great Cold Emptiness Saint Agatha, Maine
Great Cold Emptiness is a Cinematic Black/Doom Metal band crafted to share the lore of my home in Aroostook County, Maine and Gaspésie, Quebec
discography
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Aug 2020 -
Jun 2018 -
Oct 2019 -
Jul 2019 -
Aug 2018 -
Jul 2015 -
Apr 2015 -
Dec 2016