Anarchic
by Skagos
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Digital Album
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Anarchic CD
The CD comes housed beautifully in a stoughton heavy tip-on gatefold lp style jacket with an 8 page booklet.
Released by The Flenser.
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Anarchic (side A)
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Anarchic (side B)
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Anarchic (side C)
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Our second full-length album.
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released 21 January 2013
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Skagos is an altar of life, crafted by living hands, guided by a living mind, in a world dead, but ever dreaming
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- Track Name: Anarchic (side A)
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The frozen earth lays still, dead but every dreaming…
Dreams spurred by the morrowind, chilled by snows of yesteryear.
Awaken, eyes open, awake to decomposition.
Partake of this brumal genocide,
for all else has been swallowed!
Death, the beast has become its sole frame of reference.
This is a suicidal war. Naught but itself is left to be swallowed.
Is this the hour that Ahriman would permanently extinguish
the light of Ahura Mazda?
This beast has become Narcissus,
damned to perish in the monotheistic suffocation of self.
We reside in the sepulcher of Anatolia,
And it is here that we dance a resurrection.
An-archic and pantheistic, we move,
sensing no longer the artifice and it’s linear His-story of All.
Dissolve within this cyclical rhythm.
Open palmed, my heart is held to the sky,
as carrion birds tear it asunder…
This, a long neglected sky burial
for every beat gone uncherished.
Await; dawnrise. - Track Name: Anarchic (side B)
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It seems the world was born out of an injury, some great wound inflicted into something that was here before. But I can’t see whatever was here before there was trauma; all I can sense is the horrible motion of everything in existence, every hill and every flower and every creature, flinching from that primordial injury that gave birth to it. Everything is fleeing from the source of its pain, which is the thing that gives it shape. What was it like in the beginning, I wonder?
Rage! All things race along their courses – earth circling sun, sun spinning out of the sky night after day and day after night, grass growing toward sun and sinking back again – in a rage!
The sun teeters on the axis that sets it down. The mountain
strains against the tether of the ground. The tree pulls away from the soil in which it is bound. All things long for freedom. All things heave and snap and shake in rage!
As the boulders pile up above me, as you build the great mountain on top of me, as it forms soil and grows trees and stands for a thousand years so that I am forgotten, voiceless, nameless, unknown and unknowing, having lost recollection of even my own shape amidst the jumble of rocks that press down on me, reckon the weight of each one as you burden me with it. Reckon the weight of each rock so that you will know the terrible strength that lives inside of me when I break free of them, when I rise above them. For all these rocks will break on my body, and I will rise above them!
Know, god, that among all the monstrosities you created, among all the atrocities you have committed, nothing is so horrible, so boundless, unfettered and insane, as the strength which surges through me. Do you feel it now? Can you feel it within you? That is the rage of tempest that swells my breast. Nothing can withstand its desperate motion as it strikes out against all that confines me.
In rage the sun teeters on the axis that sets it down.
In rage the mountain strains against the tether of the ground.
In rage the tree defies the soil in which it is bound.
In rage – in rage – in rage.
The soil is the seed’s universe. It is oblivious, as it longs and strains and reaches to sprout from the ground, to what lies beyond what it has always known. But is is born to strive upward, to whatever grief or joy is beyond. As I rise above the world, as I hurtle through the sky, as I expand in every direction, I do not know what is beyond these stars or the vast and aching blackness they pierce. But I must strive, I must rise. I must go beyond. It does not matter whether it is the boundary or myself that is destroyed. I am the transgressor!
May my body break these bonds or may these bonds break my body.
I am the fate of the earth. All the light will come to live within me, and I must shine with it or it will die within me, and existence will cease. I am the momentum of life hurtling ever forward. I am all my brothers and sisters of every kind – all silent standing trees and mottled owls and speckled fish gliding through the light as it shimmers in the water – they are all within me and I am within them. We are a circle and we must rise! - Track Name: Anarchic (side C)
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Roots thaw a spread their gnarled fingers
and find their way unto the heart of stone.
We may amble the earth on nimble toes once more.
Breathe, breathe deeply,
empty of excess, life is in abundance.
Hark! and exhale,
the heart beats onwards.
The dull glow in the eastern sky has wrenched free of horizons.
Kneel down and taste the ash and let our tongues spill soil.
Exalt of thine burrow, and cache furs therein.
Anew; absolve oneself with languid river tendrils.
I recall the dirge of Mabon, tumbling from our lungs,
as we carved a den within finality's rite.
But alas, Ostara is grace us with resurrecting rays.
With aching ague, stone become home.
In red ochre, flesh became bone.
My blood did then thaw and I beheld the glorious sunrise.
Ancient fables wrap their fingers around the mortal coil
and coax an axiom through the veil.
Raven may topple the monolith of cedar
but from its crumbling bark and sodden core
rises a new chute, feeding on those who came before.
From the dying heart will sprout a new seed.
We are feral once more...
