1. |
Endless Rain
08:10
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Through the forest
Through the trees
We wander
In search of destiny
On our way to seek
Redemption
For this life of
Wasted potential
Reveals to us the way
A path that we've walked before
Endless rain
Beneath my feet
Treading heavy
'Neath my brow
Gone before my time
The sense of urgency
Creeps below the surface
Like a serpent in my veins
Slithering to the end
A once departed shell
Trapped down below
The surface
Above the skin
On the Wind
The Trees Passed By
Shaken to their core
The Roots grow no more
What does it all mean
But nothing?
Redefining the past
To become the future
Sense of age
Sense of wanting
To be my ultimate form
The very thing
I fought against
To become one's own
Fulfills the purpose
Of an unfulfilled life
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2. |
The Body of Yemo
12:03
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Come all praise the body of Yemo
All ye born from the blood of Yemo
Come all praise the body of Yemo
All ye born from the blood of Yemo
In the beginning there was nothing
Neither being, nor non-being;
there was not the air, nor the sky, nor the heavens beyond
There was no land, no sea, no cool waves
The earth was nowhere. There was only the chasm, the darkness, the void, and the, endless night.
And from this nothingness a great being appeared,
the father of the sky, and all that ever was
He held out his hand into the blackness and in his palm a shape appeared,
round and smooth, radiating soft with light
It was the form of an egg, the first life of the universe
And From this primordial form emerged,
Yemo, the twin who was one. The first one;
a gigantic a being neither man nor woman.
Awakened too nothingness
Born alone
A soft light in the darkness
A womb of gold
From the hand of the father
A new form was birthed
A great horned aurochs
The sustenance of blood
Yemo looked up to the great being, the father of the sky and asked;
“oh great father who hath created me, who am I and what I am to do?”
The father looked down on his spawn and said:
“You are the first one. Yee shall set forth in the darkness and creatith the world.”
overwhelmed with the burden of their task Yemo looked at their hands and asked,
“But father, how am I to do this,”
But when they looked up,
the father was gone
Yemo did as commanded,
Wandering eternity
But consumed by seclusion
Yemo broke off a horn
From the head of the beast,
It bled, as it screamed,
Yemo took the horn and drove it first into their head.
They puled it down through their body opening their chest.
Yemo fell to the ground dead with a thud.
But From the wound, amid the gushing blood emerged Manu, the first man.
As Manu stood up, he saw the remains had changed,
He knew then that they had become the first woman
As blood spilled from the body, it hardened in the emptiness
And from his sister’s death, the creation had begun
Manu knew then what he must do,
With bare hands he reached down and dismembered the body
From her bones he crafted the land; the hills and the valleys
From her blood he made the rivers and the seas,
from her flesh he made the living earth
And from her sinews he wove the forests and grasslands
Manu saw then a spirit where the body had been,
glowing on this new earth. the Spirit of Yemo, the undivided form.
He took Yemo’s light and sent down into the below the earth where it created the, uderwold
Yemo was the king of this place, the fist being to die, the god of death and the ancestor of men
And with Yemo’s brain he fashioned Trito, the third one; he who could enforce the, will of the will of sovereign right
With these acts Yemo had become Manu the first Priest of sacrifice,
Trito the warrior protector, the ruler of the dead, and the first woman from who’s body the world was made.
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3. |
Hymn of Cybele
06:54
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Great Mother of the Gods
Mater Deum Magna Idaca
Mistress Of Wild Nature
Fertile Goddess Healer
Destroyer, Creator
Her Chariots Of Lions In Front
The Blood Violets Of Attis
At Her Feet
The Pine That Took Care Of His Spirit
After Being Driven Mad
By Her Revenge
Against Their Broken Love
Down He Threw His Lifeforce
When She Came Upon Him
Remorse Filled Her Being
Making A Promise
For Him To Never Decay
Cybele!
What Will You Do Now?
Sky Body
Made Of Heavenly Stone
Mistress And Sultan Of All Lands
Dwelling In The Lands Of The Cedars
Crown Of Crescent
Dealer Of Justice
Deciding Where The Boundaries Lay
Between The Physical + Spiritual
Laying Waste To Dying Gods
Whose Blood The Rivers Ran Red To The Sea
In Turn, Caring For Those Who Are Anew
When The Cycle Came Around
Summer And Winter
Each With Their Own Key
Locking & Unlocking Earthly Delights
Suspended In The Air
Poised By It’s Own Weight
Draped In Garments Of Green
With Animalistic Design
Matron Of Spring
Mistress Of Motion
Aiding Everything
Seen & Unseen
Cybele!
What Are You Waiting For?
Cybele!
What Are You Thirsting For?
Cybele!
What Are You Striving For?
Cybele!
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Earthen Altar Portland, Oregon
Earthen Altar is an owed to the spirits of the landscape and creative energies of the Pacific Northwest. Through the exploration and repurposing of archaic myth, Earthen Altar attempts to explore the queer, transgender, and feminine aspects of the nature around us, the cycles of creation, destruction, and the act of becoming. ... more
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