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Praise thee, Azalea
Unquenchable conqueror
Reclaimer of verdant rule
God of upheaval
The upheaval of Nature over all
Hail thee, Azalea
Great adversary
Opposing the path of doom
Countering the human folly
The folly of self-destruction
I exalt thee, Azalea
Procreator of the messiah
He who shall mark the floral apocalypse
The guiding light to glory
The eternal glory of the Verdant Realm
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The Shape of He to Come
08:36
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It runs across the soil
And through the branches of the trees
O'er the canopies upon the hills
And into the depths of the sea
It can be seen in the paths of birds
And in the rising of the waters
The shape of he to come
It can be felt in the air
And heard in the growing silence
A murmur of he who is to come
The messiah of the end
Figurehead of the apocalypse
And herald of the Budding Dawn
Out of a race doomed
Nature chooses its hero
Flesh and flora unite
A champion from the damned
For he is the avatar
The last remnant of man
The final vestige of a race turned to dust
Flora grows from flesh
As humanity falls away
Symbolic of armageddon's rise
The shape of he to come
The shape of he to come
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Glory be to Flora, the divine
Embodiment of the unseen
That which makes what is
That which balances all
All that represents
The truest knowable god
Hail thee
True one
Modern Man the oppressor
He who tests the balance
He who pushes it to break apart
He who shall be wiped away
Nature and Man reconciled
As the latter falls to dust
Balance restored by forces primordial
Fathomless to mortal comprehension
Herald the coming of the Verdant Messiah
The false, the self-made gods will fall
Into an abyss of their creation
The time of surfeit is coming
An upheaval of wrath approaches
When the land ceases to be pillaged
The earth misused and perverted
Resources devoured without sense
Only then shall Nature and Man be reconciled
Perhaps in death, perhaps in life
Perhaps as a font for a flower to grow
Man will be instrumental in what is to come
When flora reconquers the earth
Can the oppressors change their view
And exalt something bigger than themselves
Can the tide be turned before nature exacts revenge
Will Mankind consume itself into oblivion
Trampling what keeps it alive
Spitting on its gift
What has been granted shall be taken away
As the Earth marshals its forces
Only when Humanity’s blight is at an end
Shall the Deer lie down beside Man
And the verdant again can grow
Only when Humanity can see its place
Its true role in the grand scheme
Can armageddon be averted
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Here, upon my living throne of Veltheimia
My cathedra of emerald and red
I await the time of the great passing
(Into which the world shall be led)
The end of the era of the slow death
Into an infinite time of glory
Closing the age of waste
The earth draws new breath
Surrounded by my future kin, I wait
My floral brethren sole companions
And the fauna with which they live
Symbiotically they thrive
Guided by voices am I
The words of master Azalea
Directing my purpose
For the glory of the Budding Dawn
I am promised a place amongst them
An equal in the continuum of chlorophyll
Conscious yet drifting
All of one mind
Each with his own role
Each with his perfect place
Existing blissfully
In an endless cycle of reincarnation
Reborn forever as one of the Verdant Realm
Drifting glacially in Nature’s utopia
I am to be granted a place in the vegetal horde
In a perfect balance
Living, dying, and falling to the earth
To rise anew
War and hate curse them all
Death by their own hands
Nature revolts
Tides shall rise
All shall be wiped away
Watch them die from my throne
Alone I sit as their world ends
The suffering shall end
When the oppressors come to pass
I shall watch them crawl to their doom
From my haven of green
Where fauna is my kin
From my cathedra of emerald and red
Surrounded by floral brethren
Upon Veltheim’s throne
Shall I wait
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To Join the Continuum
05:16
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I am meant to outlast them all
The tyrants of the slow death
I shall be the last trace
Of their doomed race
For my labor I am to join them, rewarded
Within the continuum, eternal
To become one of the myriad, immortal
To join consciousness in endless bliss
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Botanist San Francisco, California
Post-black metal worship of the Natural world. Enter the Verdant Realm.
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Not just doom, not just black, but all of it in turns, and none of it by the numbers. Great music. Their second album is cool, too.
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