Cloud Dweller (Remix​/​Remaster)

by WOLKN

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“Silence is the sacred shroud, Solitude a weary friend.” So say the souls born of the clouds, Where all stories start and end; Riven from the light, Stricken blind, Wrought into eternal night How the welkin rang out with their anguished cries; “What given right have you to judge me thusly? Authority of mob and mass. Save your stones, you couldn’t sink or crush me, Obligation drags me down at last” All in rags and torn upon the stones, Cursed to roam the earth alone. Fallen lambs to feed the meek, Wretched hunger never sleeps. Bound in mortal flesh, Leaden chains, Bleeding at the gates. Innocents lured down from the peaks, A grieving sky can only weep. “Forgive me while I find the words, I speak not in my mother tongue. Hear me, hear my words, What duty calls me from my work, To toil here among the throng? Tell me, what have I done.” Another cloud dweller falls, The mother mountain mourns. Within the downcast roils an incandescent wrath; “Deep into the darkest hive you drug me, To the twisting reeking knot of life, you came whence. I long at night to rise above the cloud sea, I will dream not in your words but silence” Across a blackened land, Enjoining shackled hands. “We souls born on the mountain, Cursed by another’s sin. Silence our given language, Solitude our dearest kin.” To bear the weight of ages, Rise above the clinging mist. Climb from this gaping valley, Into light and truth and bliss. “Our names were never yours to give, Your words are only marks of ash. Curses on a crumbling page, Destined for a grave of dust. This city is a feast for worms, Set to burn on blackened pyre. To the mountain we return, Leaving the tyrants to their fated end in fire”
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When the sun shines brightest The shadow darkens All of a being’s hate and grief Cast into such sharp relief Nauseating contrast External world of green and gold Searing light and vain, resplendent love Mocks the adamantine void within All the blacker when viewed through dazzled eyes Hands of light lain upon the stricken Mean to heal by faith or hubris Cannot cast this darkness from the soul Their warmth can only keen the rot Pale bodies bare as night peels back Clinging to this baking rock Blistering meat rotates in astral sublimation Incinerating slowly in the solar wind Creator and destroyer Seed and scourge of life Of harmony and piercing strife All will burn

about

Blackness comes to the land of mists. Engines of ignorance wrench the cloud dwellers from their meditation. Fire will reave the earth and sky. Thrones will crumble. Crowned heads will roll. Palaces will burn…

A brand new set of remixed and mastered WOLKN tracks, plucked from the luminiferous ether and reworked by the astral navigator/ producer extraordinaire Oli Oliver.

Cloud Dweller, a swashbuckling tale of innocence crushed by empire.

Heliac, a brief chatauqua on the bleakness of existence, entropy, and the solar wind.

credits

released December 28, 2022

All songs written, performed, and recorded, by REL
Mixed and Mastered at Scylla Sound.
Cover photo provided by NML.
(Cover photo shows unknown shrouded figure in the mists, taken in Cemlyn Bay, Ynys Mon)

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WOLKN is one person, on an island in North Wales, making heavy music.

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