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Thrown into the corner of civilization…
Exiled from the womb of our nation.
Drawn from the resplendent hues of soft Veridian…
Reduced to ashen plains of obsidian.
Severed from my land and spread across the sky,
across the western sea, I raise my tattered banner to the sky.
I carve a name for myself in this stone,
Even though this enclave will never be my home.
(and) We will lay our blades in a capsule for our sons.
May they be more brave; heroes on a golden throne.
Thrown into the corner of civilization…
Exiled from the womb of our nation.
Drawn from the resplendent hues of soft Veridian;
Reduced to ashen plains of obsidian.
I know not with my mind what is stirring in my heart,
But my breath holds me upright as this longing tears my soul apart.
Fading from my mind, the inner landscape of the past
now transforms into the place that I am cast.
This shell that has been stolen, with vacant eyes to wit,
shall never let you in to my spirit.
Drawn from the resplendent hues of soft Veridian;
Reduced to ashen plains of obsidian.
You cannot take my home.
You cannot take my soul.
You cannot take my kindred, or your fucking head will roll.
Rolling in the grass on the hills within my mind’s eye,
My imminent return is nigh.
A return to the resplendent hues of soft veridian,
Away from ashen plains of obsidian.
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Labyrinthine Empire
05:36
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Deserted, and fallen from grace…
I witness tenacious vines ascend upon this hallowed place.
Forfeiture, of lycanthropic desire…
You cut back your hedges to pave your labyrinthine empire.
You light your lanterns when your smog blots out the sun,
Only a platitude of an enterprise that’s overrun.
And you willingly give the keys to your cell, like you’ve never known freedom,
or you’re cast within a fiendish spell.
You… dying spirit!
You’re a king of realms that no longer exist.
And you will never find me within.
I spit upon the hand that would enslave.
Enslaved, myopia sets in -
A coping mechanism, to forget the chains you’ve been bound in.
Though the cries of your inner voice is heard.
Lift up your eyes, servant! And consider the birds.
Can you feel the pulse in your hands?
Can you get out of your head?
Can you kick the door before you?
Can you find the sun again?
…Turning away from winter’s might…
… Transcending hearth, becoming light…
Celebrate the fertile mind.
Harvest the most out of your fleeting human time.
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Coronatio Corvorum
08:17
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Rain… upon a tattered shield,
Rinsing away the carnage here.
Raised, in the distant sky,
A banner strewn with puncture wounds.
My eyes, they cannot see…
Is this victory, for you or me?
My breath still belongs to me.
Did I fail to take yours from you?
For all that has been done, is this conflict won?
Your loss is my gain, or so I have thought…
Our pain is the birthright we are to attain.
Battering the fields, reducing branch to limb…
All our blood will sate the thirst of ravens.
Brothers in sorrow, we keen the same, despondent hymn -
For we both know our legacy shall be forsaken.
Lo – Can you hear the sound
Of glossolalia from carrion crow?
Fed, from the tip of spears,
A lawless offering, borne of fear.
Ashen towns and sunken oars…
Is this what we strive to be remembered for?
Fleeting power from forgotten wars,
Eclipsed by the throes of nature’s course.
For all we think we are, we have gone too far.
From all we think we know, the vines will grow.
We feel we are the law, but the law of the
universe is the only universal truth.
It is a battle we will only lose,
As we waste our ambitions and sacrifice our youth.
… Our sisters shall mercifully keen forevermore,
For they all know their sons have been stolen.
When our fields are stripped of life and limb,
Shall we finally understand the weight of our sins?
When our songs fall upon deaf ear,
Shall we be a common band united by fear?
Rain… to wash away our sins…
To cleanse us of the blood upon our skin.
Soil… to which we shall return…
Nourished by the ashes from our deposed urns.
The skies are lifted from crimson mist,
As crows steal treasures from our clenching fists.
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The Man Beyond the Mist
06:36
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You’ve come with limber frames
To lay beside the boots of your masters…
Your husks with charcoal stains
That they coax with meager rations.
And here, the nourishment of rain
Is the heavens’ greatest show of compassion.
The rains remind you of spirits you’re taught do not exist.
Behind the cascade he beholds you - the man beyond the mist.
You recall your mother’s legends
Of benevolence from an unseen heir;
Yet his whispers drown in this sea of groaning -
They would curtail it from your ears.
And they would turn the wheel of progress
Toward a future without you there.
…That is, unless you refuse to steer.
Lay down your axe!
Throw your barrows to the rats!
Let him rekindle the fire of the mind.
Lay down their walls at the roots of the pines.
The rains remind you that your spirit still exists.
He is never outside you - you are the man beyond the mist.
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Koviria North Carolina
Koviria is a two-piece folk metal project by Elanti (drums/bass/vocals) and Galadtir (guitars). Their debut EP 'Coronatio
Corvorum' was released on March 31st, 2023. Physical copies through Northern Void Records can be found at the links below
Email:
koviriaband@gmail.com
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