Purple pro-tape with 10-page booklet. Under a Serpent Sun Records 2015.
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lyrics
[In lost spheres the trifold vortex brew
As one: favourable illusions
Tearing down as four angles
Delusions may escape once again
From a point a line
from a line a surface
From a surface the seas
Through the vortical cross the death is spread]
Open the gates
Diffuse the breach of being
Turn the seas
Down to the frozen womb
Sinking
in the currents of abyssal hymns
Pouring
as a thickness of dreams
The dark stream of cold water
Squeezed into echoes and shapes
Of circulating current beneath
All from the same river mouth
A crescentic boat is sailing
In the valleys of the deepest well
Carrying the rays of the Sun
The patterns of depth's slumbering arts
The Stone bell of doom
The Doom bell of stone
The coiling of the abyssal depth
The coiling of the abysmal depth
The coiling of the circles
From which the weird is woven
The dreamer's gate
Pulsing through
Following the shape of the black bird
Guided above the night fog
On the long path of the grave-fish
All the threads must be known
[Solo by V. Viskari]
Above coniferous castles
And the graves of the old
The vortex evolves further
As the ship of stone
An ellipse with a dragon-like face
Eyes see through the star ice cold
Coated by the equinoxial night
The wind salutes that sculpture
The carvings which tend the stars
Spiralling devotion
Highest octaves of the winged sun
Gather around the presence of the purple maid
As the shoreless night floods upon
Under of the turned seas
Coniferous shadows whistle no more
Serpentine motions, a presence so strong
Oh, the fine worlds behind revealed
Floating on the moulting fields
In the rhythm of a geometrical sway
Construction reflecting the structure of the universe
The womb and the grave
Navigated by the golden temple
In the sea the fire should be found
Ethereal vapours of strange light
Dissolving away time and space
Summoned by the crystal gate
Countless eyes from the unspeakable planes
Dissolving to the one...
The continents melting to liquid
Soaring up as mist
The limits of space immense
Are covered by stonen scales
In the light of stones in the ring of dimensions
Sounding the sea of endless space
By the secrets of the purple maid
Withdrawing within eternity
supported by 16 fans who also own “The Ship of Stone”
If Elric had a soundtrack it would be this. It's everything you want from a epic metal album. Like a hot poker in the eye, but in a good way. Scott Malthouse
supported by 16 fans who also own “The Ship of Stone”
I'm sad to see this era of Beastmaker close out but this is a phenomenal way to do! Black Butterfly might be the best thing they've ever done. dianonhead
supported by 15 fans who also own “The Ship of Stone”
A collection of deeply rewarding slow-burn doom tracks with sustained grandeur. "Doom" is definitely the operative word when describing Concilium's No Sanctuary because that sense is palpable throughout this release. I would love to see them live. gagneaux