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Cat #: ADCD 035 // Aesthetic Death (UK)


released February 29, 2016

H. - bass, noises, keyboards, backing vocals, clay bells, mouth harp
Vaarwel - vocals, guitars, sanshin, clay flutes, acoustic guitar
Kim - drums
Sadist - backing vocals, acoustic guitar



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Goatpsalm Russia

Date: 2009

H. - bass, synths, noise, voice
Kim - drums
Sadist - guitars
Vaarwel - vocals, guitars, ethnic instruments

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Track Name: Grey Rocks
By the cry of loon here was I brought
To the grey rocks nearby river
I seem to have never been here
Or maybe I returned home?
Palms laid on the rough granite
Immemorial drawings sank into fingers
They hectically tell something
On language forgotten far and wide
Fire threads, bloodred lines
Stone beasts turn
Their ardent faces to me
And ask me for things
Which I have no answer:
«Where your bones lie,
The Dead Man?
Who killed you?»
They come out of the rock and surround me –
Crimson shades in thickening gloaming
I look into their eyes
And I remember…
Track Name: Flowers Of The Underworld
The ancient mother
The elder woman
That sits on an abandoned shrine
In the depths of bogs
An ancient woman
With deer horns on her head
She has animal eyes
They are closed,
But she sees everything.
Low skies droop snow,
Droop snow on her face
It is painted with blood –
Scarlet lines on still face.
White snow onto red blood –
White snow from the black skies.
The ancient mother sings a song,
She evokes the spirits of evil
Words of dead language
Are woven into the song
And fall on permafrost
As stones and ice
Sprout into the ground
As black flowers of the underworld.
The ancient mother
Chants on the abandoned shrine
In circle of grey stones,
Attracting dark.
They come –
Those whom she called for,
Ghost visitors
Who leave no trace
On the snow.
Primeval evil returned
Follow her call –
There will be more rites
Amidst dead bogs.
Track Name: Orphan
I hear how
Her bone dress rattles –
An eerie dry clatter,
More dreadful than anything I know.
I never saw her
Just the old whispered –
Her face is pecked by birds,
Bloody orifices instead of eyes
Rats gnawed through her cheeks
And nibbled at her once thick hair.
But she didn’t die,
Though her heart doesn’t beat anymore
In her small chest.
Rekken jejwel
Child from a dead settlement,
Daughter of parents hacked apart
From their bones she made her dress
To hide her rotten body
From the sight of skies.
She wandered from village to village
In search of a new family
But the spirits of death follow her –
Now it is our turn…
Rekken jejwel
Track Name: Of Bone And Sinew
We run on crumbly snow
Tying our feet
Trail of blood as black stars
Guides us through the white mist
Forest spirits send us the prey
Calling with the might of their charms
And now it takes our arrows away
In its bloodstained flanks
Bone attracts bone
Life and death weave together
The Ancient Ones decide who must perish:
We tomorrow or the beast today
We rush so fast
As fast as our exhausted bodies can
Gelid wind freezes on our faces
And fills us with cold from within
No beasts are heard anymore
Forest hid it, turned into the mist of snow…
It stares archly on us,
Lost amidst the tolling silence
We are weak, just too weak
Soon death will enter our homes
Spirits will make arrows from our bones
To hunt in the black thicket
Under the starless sky
Track Name: Downstream
I drift in a bark with no oars –
Into the primeval darkness –
Where all goes away –
And from where we return
Being born again –
Plangent chants over the tombstones
Carry me off from familiar places
Cold stone lies in my bed
Bitter willow does not let me in yaranga
Time will go round henceforth –
Everything there differs from one above
Dead prepare for new born,
Waiting for them to lie in a new cradle
We spy on you
Like children peep on hunters,
Hiding behind the boulders,
Surreptitiously trying on
Clothes that are not their size
We furtively dress the flesh of dormants
While their souls carelessly stride among dreams.
Like a fearfully yelling seagull
We leave this world away
Awakening amidst darkness.
But I remember all
Along with all other
In this black thicket
Under the starless sky
We wait…