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The Wild Hunt (Earth as a Casket)

from The Fruit of Barren Fields by Dreichmere

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Death is the fruit these barren fields have born; rejoice in the harvest.

The Wild Hunt (Earth as a Casket):

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This will all pass away

One hundred years I watch
Buds wither to husks
Aching for the sun,
but they are held fast,
frozen in skeletal hands
And nests lay empty.

Crawling through cold days
No mirth for Men;
no harvest to succour;
despairing,
souls flee before the blaze...

Death reflected in the Hunter's moon
Drapes crimson light on mountains
Cloaked in pine
Crouched in shadows beneath the eaves,
No more the lamb in wolfen maw,
I am waiting.

They will come
Red eyed and frothing
They will come
A Shadow looming behind.

Beyond the horizon gathered
In lifeless oaken glades;
He winds his horn wild,
The hounds, baleful, howl.

With the voice of the gale
He calls the Hunt's advent;
Through stormlit skies
They swiftly ride
Bellowing of doom to come.

Oh, it will come,
but it shall not be mine-
doom of another kind.
This will all pass away.

The Wurmwinds blow as ne'er before
The earth in ragged gasps heaving
The ghostly Hunt through sheets of white churning
Drawing ever nearer...

The howling cold so cosmic grows
That even shades succumb
The inexorable tide of the dreaded Hunt
Slows to a crawl, straining against time
The earth exhales her final breath
And they dissipate

The last stench of mankind is washed away in the snow
The Anthropocene throne crumbles

Let the dead earth fold me into her breast
As these wilted pedals I've held clasped to mine

Oh let me sleep, let me fade away
And never return,
I am weary of this world.

Mine has been a tale of desolations,
Putrescent tides of a loathsome sea
But at last, like the sea, I recede.

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from The Fruit of Barren Fields, released May 31, 2020

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Dreichmere Grand Rapids, Michigan

Dreichmere melds textures of dissonance and melody to craft long-form melancholic tracks that are both atmospheric and progressive. Hailing from Grand Rapids, MI, Dreichmere was originally formed under the name Dräugr in 2012.

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