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Beyond Origin

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Tallen
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For those of You who want to read the article and don't want to have to dig:


How Denmark's Heilung Are Creating "Amplified History" With Human Bones, Throat Singing
Experimental folk-metal group talks musical, spiritual quest to conjure primal wildness of Viking age


https://www.revolvermag.com/music/how-denmarks-heilung-are-creating-amplified-history-human-bones-throat-singing

Blackwolf
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Nice One Melia , And One Of My Favorite Bands For Years !

I will be weaving the weyyrd words on this one !

I wear carved bones , and perform throat singing myself...

Good fortune to all who participate...;)

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slipalong
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I love a good Eurovision entry

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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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EQUINOX

When her grandfather  
was chief elder,  
and blessed his granddaughter,  
held high in offering,    
spirit voices  
of the seven caves      
could still be heard  
echoing  
through the canyon.  
 
Beyond desert yucca stalks,  
from pine pitch torches,  
moon besets  
Scorpio's firebrands  
o'er the priestess,  
who's onyx eyes blaze,  
of what she will consume  
and may destroy,  
Yellow Woman & Black Panther.  
   
Elder sibling to the Jaguar,  
only she remains  
from the heresy of its wisdom  
on this night of the equinox,  
when waters of Pueblo Mesa  
spring forth, to flow  
and part the cliffs,  
to reclaim, to scatter  
rattlers from their mounds.  
   
With memories intact,  
of those now gone,  
on ghost winds of sky riders  
generations before,  
and the updrafts that carry  
kachina prayers & offerings  
on their breath  
amid sweet cedar smoke  
of mesquite sap
and rendered fat.  
   
Her bronze hands filled
with indigo berries of woodbine,  
touching the four corners,  
the green pain of flint & flesh,  
of Red Clay Daughter
and Black Earth Mother,  
invoking peyote spells
among the ruins  
and the silent Joshua.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Blackwolf
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Hadda Beat

In

In The

In The Beginning There Was A Point

In The Beginning There Was A Wave

In The Beginning A Point Met A Wave And There Was a Beat

In The Beginning The Beat Spread And There Was A Web

In The Beginning There Was A Web And It Was Language

And The Language Vibrated The Web And Shapes Came Forth

In The Beginning Shapes Came Forth

Shapes Came Forth

A Voice

A Voice Came Forth

And The Voice And Beat Told A Story

A Story That Became Creation

That Became Creation

Soundshapes Hidden In The Web

That Became

Became

Became Lines Of Force

Became Lines Of Force As Runes

Soundshapes Vibrating Together

Joining In The Web

And From The Web They Came

Bound And Woven And Now Twisted

Threads And Strands Dancing To The Beat

To The Beat

Primal

And The Voice Danced With Them

And There Was Creation

And The Light Was Sung From The Darkness

And The Darkness Had A Beat

Had A Beat

Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat

Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat Hadda Beat !
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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Grace
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Echoes of Valhalla

Sounds the horns of ancient tune
Echoes through the halls
Of the Great Valhalla

Warriors at the great hall
gathered from battle grounds
among white-capped mountains

stand together in glory
shining swords and countenances
telling tales of valours

the Valkyries
in flurries of wings
flew again, leading them to Odin

the god in benevolent splendor
listening to tales of them
in the dirges of dying

‘among our brothers
In the arms of our fathers
with pride we gather’

‘we stand with our sisters
guarding our mothers
from rebels of heritage’

‘long shall the hall
of Valhalla
house the souls of warriors’

‘for stand us proud
alive through tales
of bards of yore’

‘stand us here
in the Halls of the Slain
memories sang in sweet refrain’

‘we are of the fallen  
led here by Valkyries
to prepare for Ragnarok’

‘in the fields of Vígríðr;
clashes of swords
Man and immortals shall ring’

‘before then shall we
dine together
in the Hall of Valhalla’

For now the gate is closed
where the wolf hangs
and the eagle hovers on.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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slipalong
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Camouflage

I sleep with one eye open  
head rotated the movement on the frozen tundra  
friend or foe a rodent to eswage the hunger
silence to the grey and drab  
eyes so keen like lasers  pierce and stab  
 
The wolves they chant as the days comence
they feel the religon of its grace
the pack its order its worlds so fierce
wild the nurcher of its family face
bare the teeth growl so statuesque
 
Cubs that romp and hone there skills
breed the smell of blood and kill
the backyard of the forest floor
yelp and feint to grace the hunt  
when it is formed
 
Graze the reindeer so discreet
ghosts of movements that dance slow beat
the frozen startle crisp and neat
the ballet as like one they turn and flee
the preditor is so hungry that pangs persist
 
The rut the challenge to the stag
the antlers clash and flesh is gouged
the pretenders season has emerged
they writhe and snort the bout is soon cut short
the victors bellow a first prize at any sport  
 
The bear it prowls and lumber slow
its power to kill with just one blow
game and fish it meal the chosen course
but to bear the sting of the bee to gorge
like humans a honeyed sweet desert is sought
 
Dormant lies the animal in us  
"lord of the flies" that truth disguised
how far removed the cannibal that you despise
the beginning or the ultimate decent from paradise
 survival mode would you go down that Darwin road
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