Covenant Of Teeth

by Morrow

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1.
Fathom 11:44
you deserve to rest deluge lungs depress and swell with each tremendous breath each breath we merge tides wrap envelop slumber soundly old saint dream deep my great marine, blossom shoals in roiling tenor who seek your shelter bosom amongst your countless opaque eyes that keen to my aching smile of life and scolds us if we seek your viscera low in lightless places you callus in the cold cracks and rends with restlessness fierce the dim dark above old Gehenna I sing to you my grey expanse all the earth upon your back your breadth does render me mere grains in blithesome foam blackened pumice sand holds our fleeting marks the innumerable acts of fitful life glowering waves servant guards pull muscle currents taught barnacle knives will shred flesh and remind us of our place break! oh casted crescent! strike thine elemental that which feeds my soul and seed the bounty forever thankful tender roots and briny fruit rake the fractious undertow seek kelp forest limbs we pluck their tender stems burning lungs as we plunge the fiery vital sting in us! the black unknowing shapes that swam writhe in the currents of iridescence the clench of teeth under cold ferocious rivers blind and ceaseless drift exalt your lucent froth and rime luminaries in squall and surge among your niveous grasp hold us fast and hold us tight churn with the ravening tide the turbulent quarrel incessant we long for Nephyses heart tempestuous through arteries harvest appendages give of yourself to us you are the vigorous you are the blood in us!
2.
The Norr 08:54
Spoken word (In English from Swedish) "Why do we bring gifts to the trees? The trees are very old, they have offered us their shelter and wood for fire for a very long time, we learn to live as one with the trees, they are nourished by our presence! I can see their faces in the bark, they are smiling at us! Yes, you can see the faces of your ancestors. When we die, we bury our loved ones at the foot of each tree, they become one with the roots, and within the trees great trunks they live forever. Listen, mother, I can hear them laughing in the branches, they are happy we are here!" each familial notch thats cut read the braille of wending rhyme each blemish or scourge that you’ll find speaks of our wrath renounced eminent crown! the bitter king! crystalline gown! so resplendent! facia of ice so faceted blue hues striate and sing the crisp staccato of our city of frost hyperborean borne the sterns and bows of starveling ships desiccate limbs seek egress to touch the hot bite of tender skin the iron pit black against our flame these husks of unknowable ore chitinous caverns that now bore the raucous laughter and bilious throngs that give meat to these tired old bones frigid gasps seek to drag us astray oh how it wishes to break us this friend a tired old bastard cracked and worn but the ice does not know that the ice is our home there were monsters out on the ice wept out of fevers we could never visualise we coddled ourselves in the refuge of kin conjured up demons from primordial din but the demons strayed upon our land with deathly want They took that which was not theres to take, and so we fought They tried so hard to make us bleed; they will not live fetishes lashed against carrion ribs, the watchman gaze between lachrymose lids pitiful holes offer feasts to our dread we baton the gnawing, the beast is bested we lick of the fevered blood revive its vile impediment the slight of remnant dread we dare not slake of its thirst lucidity lost amidst corruption of want to torrify skin under torches blush suffused with a vex our petrified stare before us the fringe of all that we are the nights swept up auroral swathes reverent cloth exhort your light spirit folds blossom, cavort and wane the drawn night holds us ever so tight seize us we promise to listen offer us we promise to listen proud inside us the baritone throats the mothers and fathers who farewell their kin to pride beside us as our equivalents into violent wilds beyond solace we claim this ice as shelter matrimony with water and earth the branches bend for our bows the nourishing wealth, cloth and twine what malice of mouth and teeth that seek nothing but to do harm we are nothing but the ice made flesh we seek nothing but our right in rest what cost what terrible price must we pay? we are nothing but the ice made flesh we seek nothing but our right in rest
3.
feral dawn rouse us embrace, embrace us bear the grudging cold hold us fear! and keep us! faces blank with pale clay blacken the teeth with char fill the sockets nose and brow tar and hinder lights stay climb the roost and ask for feathers their clever eyes watch as we gather ever watching discarded down with which we dress as auguries of menace the trees act defiant we bless the trunks to take our stride for they will carry our light feet to where we bathe in blood The ice obeys the periphery macilent shards the trees entwine they goad the yawning dark we climb high, on forgiving limb scent of sap and pine enfold we are silent like rasps of breath the sure sway of withered bough take us high and crack the roof the sky present tense of white eclipse the unbearable weight of what lies ahead we bridge the canopy with grace and silent gall the forest hushed so that we may seek out our undoing what foulness breathes the liquid through sunken teeth in skin what dares cheat the urgent anima within the white of villain eyes their foul mark with ember wreath we hang like Tytons taloned frown drool our hollow maws above their raucous voices we drop like Chiroptera and fly! tenebrous shadows collapse sever lifes umbilical Spoken word (In English from Spanish) "what on earth is manifest? broth of dread so many arms, so many mouths brandishing profanities wreaking havoc wounds low and cunning in their language begot of living bone and brawn judge the cruel division" descend! brave emaciate consume their swollen bodies with the death they covet so vigorous quick tongues deliver us! descend! brave emaciate consume their swollen bodies with the death they covet so vigorous quick tongues deliver us! the yelp of gracious fur the giving grace of kin following the step intimate of far older eidolon we do not know their faces they hold a vacant appetite they wear their hunger like we hold our chaste in all our world there is no sore like the bray of maddening and we are lain empowered in their sad unmaking and we live forever in the forgiving grin
4.
Cleaved Fang 10:40
surround these gross epithets reveal your cutting to their thick necks be livid and live in the vermillion ring watch the life escape with desperation disperse in the clap of resilient hands we sing in the eyes that we’ve painted on we drew into the bark and let ourselves be ruled by the whims of whilom revery (for too long ) skeleton tokens dance radiant the smoke evokes guises of fiendish portent fear seeks the parlour of their lacking wits the naked cowering with which to play tricks their bare eyes know nothing of the brawn of our gods the forests bristle; the hide of each ridge made of the green spine, the dew and the moss amongst marbled lichen is our truss Tyton, vestigial ghoul the horn blade mouth swung their necks I have wrung Only you will know the blood Only you will feel the cut have my hands and make use of them Tesh, In my sleep you make love caress in the dark with mycelium touch hyphae enwrap all the terrible thoughts and offer me up to the light Spoken word (In English from Spanish) "There have always been places we do not go; in the perilous depths where creatures dwell, in the forest where the trees intwine and hinder our path, we understand Tyton's grip, it forbids us for good reason. Yet It speaks to us now in worried voice, through the crack of twig and creak of branch, for it cannot bring the trees together or cut the earth and stop their march, for they walk where we dare not go, they do not know our gods, they do not fear its hollow crowing. So we must become fear." ruth bind, teeth rend incant with hexing exhalation forests bid with exaltation  pith of boreal  
fungi thread and bind and knit the incandescent braid machinations of sordid ill our word is better still run! bring them into the thrall! the trees keen to their wounds dissever them amongst the unlit the groves labour in greedy throes to know a fertile feed betwixt each heaving heart display that which they sought in themselves we lock them up in the loam crude clasps of fondling root sunken keeps of mouldering mulch mix the earth up with the blood heed a furrowed brow, recall each beloved rhythmic thread the raw groan of glacial beckons and is glad risen up in floral arms in the yearling growth we are seed within the fruit grasp our honesty the choral winds of absent mouths call with familiar clarion tempt away famished ghosts for other fiendish tasks we seek the white tusk of home it extends its cold comforting the forest divides its verdant path shepherd us old evergreen each breath we merge tides wrap envelop

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Morrow is:

David: Guitar, Bass and Drums
Alex: Vocals, art, narrative
Nicole: Cello
Guest Vocals: (check out all of their awesome bands!)
Brian Josh and Lacy of Anopheli
Natalie of Wildspeaker
Oskar and Erik of Monachus
Lee of The Nepalese Temple Ball
Dean of Knifedoutofexistence
Joe of Masakari
Anna of Archivist

Spoken word on "The Norr" by Stina, Isaac and Mira
On "forgiving grin" by Jasmine
On "Cleaved Fang" by Adela

Recorded and produced by Boulty at Stuck on a name studios
Mastered by Oskar Karlsson

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released April 8, 2016

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Violin & cello driven emo crust from London, UK

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