Alcyone

by Alcyone

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Matthew Rukgaber This has the musical progressiveness of Atheist, along with some modern tech DM elements, and those are mixed with both traditional and atmospheric black metal. The result is an extremely progressive and melodic black metal masterpiece that does not need to add symphonic, folk, noise, or electronic weirdness (Dodheimsgaard, et. al.) to keep things interesting. It relies purely on the cavalcade of mind-blowing guitar parts, shifts in tempo, and top notch drumming to hold your attention. Favorite track: The Shards Embedded In Forgotten Wounds.
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During a Summer US tour in 2013 with black metal groups Autolatry and Obsidian Tongue, Sean H brought his guitar into the woods of Tallahassee, FL on a rainy day off and began playing what soon became "Let The Sea Decide My Fate". After returning from the tour, he spent the next year writing more black metal songs inspired by the bands he had spent that summer with. After the songs were written, he asked Greg M of OT to help him bring the tracks to life by arranging drum performances for them. They began recording in January of 2015.

Throughout the rest of the year, many tribulations occurred to both members, as life events began to shape and control both their schedules and their emotions. The recordings evolved over the course of the year into something much different than initially visioned. They hope to convey these emotions through the recordings to encompass the journey they both endured.

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released December 19, 2015

Greg Murphy- Drums
Sean Hart- Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Chris Fontaine- Backup Vocals (track 4)
Mixed and Mastered by Sean H @ Audio Ambassador Recordings
Artwork by Leanna White Creative
Logo by Matt Nerny

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Alcyone Providence, Rhode Island

Based in the historic rurals of Southern New England, Alcyone aspires to merge the acrobatic and intense instrumentation of technical death metal in the fashion of Anata, Martyr, and Illogicist, with the emotive cadences and poetic lyricism of atmospheric/post black metal such as Lantlos, Obsidian Tongue, and Bosse De Nage, resulting in an abysmal yet mystical sonic canvas. ... more

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Track Name: The Shards Embedded In Forgotten Wounds
For the soul to be cleansed,
it must be free of scarring.
To remove the shards embedded,
it must give itself to the flames.

When my conscience is blurred by my rage,
my heart weakens.
The pain returns...
I can feel it again.
Lodged in my back and seared over,
yet not removed.

In a moment of weakness and doubt,
tainting karma
with the blood of my decisions,
I have blackened this part of me,
turning from light.

My incarnation lives with this debt
from the bleak past.
These wounds will not heal until I have changed
and the sickening, dormant hate
is released.

When the shaman looked into my eyes,
grasping my wrist
to restrain the malice of my intentions,
he glanced into cold vacancy
festered with wrath.

Hampuy!
Calling on the great winds now.

Into silence, I descend my mind.
Focusing on the extraction of my past;
arrows thrown to the flame.

The callosity rips from the scars.
These old marks I've forgotten and left alone
can now be sealed and cleansed.

Every night, I've relived
the attacks sworn against me,
pushed away out of my thoughts.
Acceptance had escaped me.

The longer I hold on,
suffering
from this
and my own mind,

the longer I lose faith
in this world-
letting
blindness take me.

No more controlling me.
I let go
of the
scorn latched within.

showing no empathy
for those whom
seek out
to berate me.

Calling on the great winds now.

Into silence, I descend my mind.
Focusing on the extraction of my past;
arrows thrown to the flame.

The callosity rips from the scars.
These old marks I've forgotten and left alone
can now be sealed and cleansed...

and cleansed...
Track Name: Let The Sea Decide My Fate
"Does it please you now to travel far?",
she asked him through her sobbing.
On those native shores, he left a weeping heart,
sacrificing his love.
Like a storm in his mind-
what purpose and future
tied themselves to his life?
The star of his birth would guide him through
treacherous waves and currents.

Over the waters of underestimated ferocity,
he sought the oracle to tell him of his soul's destiny.
Trusting in himself that he would become the master of the sea.
Trusting in brothers that they would return home on the moon's second cycle.

"For a man driven by the preconceived notion
that his spirit's origin grants him any fulfillment in life,
so foolish he has become; leaving all that he has, only to prove
he was never so sure of any notion at all."

Upon first nightfall, the sea begins to whiten.
Thundering roars swell in the air.
Lowering the yards, closing reef to all sails,
the weight of fear has struck his heart.
Absent of his faith, the Gods are mighty now.
The ocean sprays the clouds.
Pulled into the depths,
he is staring at heaven from below this infernal pool.

The wreckage of the vessel
serves as a graveyard to him.
He cannot see beyond the
pitch black clouds above.
He whispers only one name,
she feels a pain her chest.
Thoughts racing as time slows down,
hope drifting with him.

Waves echoing his last words
send dark vibrations to land,
where she offers appeasement
to enraged eastern
winds.
Both her eyes and his lungs
have filled themselves with water
and quiver as they're straining to
feel love once more.

"Lucifer, father, what have I done? Was my fate just a tragedy?"
Track Name: Hiraeth
Perennials torn from soils of birth life...
the base stems writhe in thirst-
longing for a path to trace.
In still contemplation, bereavement unveils
a sense; transcending my current body and form.

The turning wheel of life
only renews.
What once was shall
never be again.

Somewhere in a vast ocean of thinning smoke,
memories can hear my yearning in cosmic winds.
Engravings wither with the bodies they're carved in-
all that we remember is having gripped the stone.

Lusting for regression; a strange desire for a suicidal rebirth
backwards in time.
What home could conjure this? The only thing I have inhaled is the stale air of a cold prison.

The skin of our cruel vessel sheds infinitely.
The being inside it is left to sulk and rot.
Should I ascend and return to whence I came,
I would have just begun to search for what was lost.

The turning wheel of life
only renews.
What once was shall never be again.

Somewhere in this vast ocean of thinning smoke,
memories can hear my yearning in cosmic winds.
Engravings wither with the bodies I carved in-
all that I remember is having gripped the stone.
Track Name: Eighteenth Breath
A right of passage must be bestowed upon one's spirit
in this lifetime on our earth.

In order to travel between spiritual realms,
retaining the essence of one's true self,
Mer-Ka-Ba needs to be opened and put in motion.
The chakras must balance, the eye must stay open.

The first six focus on the balance of polarity.
The prana must flow into the crown and out of the heart.
A center light must be established to expand the sphere.
It will surround the body as it grows from every breath.

The tetrahedron now complete, energy must align
at the center of the body. it will brighten.
The cross point shifts to the fourth chakra, perception ascends.
The higher self will enter through channels opened above.

Permission must be granted to continue the process.
Connection to all life will bridge universal love.
At equal speeds, rotation can begin.
At nine tenths the speed of light, the matrix will form.

Never breaking,
never failing,
never wavering,
unconditional love

is the only
way to open
the heart and mind,
connecting the soul to God.

When the breather
has returned to
the source of life,
they will never be the same.

The eighteenth breath
cannot be taught-
it will be learned
when the time has been chosen.