(A Cultivated Male Human Voice)
...is the Lord of the Wood, even to... and the gifts of the men of Leng... so from the wells of night to the gulfs of space, and from the gulfs of space to the wells of night, ever the praises of Great Cthulhu, of Tsathoggua, and of Him Who is not to be Named. Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Aie! Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young!
(A Buzzing Imitation of Human Speech)
Aie! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!
(Human Voice)
And it has come to pass that the Lord of the Woods, being... seven and nine, down the onyx steps . . . (tri)butes to Him in the Gulf, Azathoth, He of Whom Thou has taught us marv(els). . . on the wings of night out beyond space, out beyond th... to That whereof Yuggoth is the youngest child, rolling alone in black aether at the rim...
(Buzzing Voice)
...go out among men and find the ways thereof, that He in the Gulf may know. To Nyarlathotep, Mighty Messenger, must all things be told. And He shall put on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come down from the world of Seven Suns to mock...
(Human Voice)
(Nyarl)athotep, Great Messenger, bringer of strange joy to Yuggoth through the void, Father of the Million Favoured Ones, Stalker among...
(Speech Cut Off by End of Record)
There are mighty cities on Yuggoth
great tiers of terraced towers
built of black stone like the specimen
That came from Yuggoth.
The sun shines there
no brighter than a star,
but the beings need no light.
They have other subtler senses,
and put no windows in their great houses and temples.
Light even hurts and hampers and confuses them,
for it does not exist at all
in the black cosmos outside time and space.
The black rivers of pitch
that flow under those mysterious
cyclopean bridges
things built by some elder race
extinct and forgotten
before the beings came to Yuggoth
from the ultimate voids.
There are mighty cities on Yuggoth
great tiers of terraced towers
built of black stone
That came from Yuggoth.
The sun shines there
no brighter than a star,
They have other subtler senses,
and put no windows in their great houses and temples.
Light even hurts and hampers them,
for it does not exist at all
in the black cosmos outside time and space.
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This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again.
I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom. fluo
supported by 6 fans who also own “The Bridges of Yuggoth”
Old school Doom Death Metal in the vien of Paradise Lost, My Dying Bride, SwallowTheSun, Anathema (early), Blood Divine, Paramaecium, Pallbearer, Corrupted, Sorcerer, Candlemass, Orphaned Land, Mournful Congregation! A Slow doomy Melodic corrosion for the Soul \M/ John Chaos Alexander