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Hymns for the Redeification of Maize

by Periodeater

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sinlandredfanacc album is amazing, politically amazing and sound wise Is amazing
Waldmark
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Waldmark This album keeps popping up in my feed for weeks or months even now

So it must be on this side of the collection, almost forced its way,
but totally voluntarily listened and absolutely loving this

Thanks !
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red_fenian_punk A great sound with wonderful political content. This is such a refreshing change from all the ugly fascist shit that has poisoned Black Metal and similar genres for decades!! It always put me off the genre and made me cagey about which bands were decent. This album and band have been a wonderful antidote to the bad taste left by those godawful "NSBM" clowns! Can't appreciate it enough. Solidarity and much love from the Red Fenian Punk
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Having pried our eyes open at the sky and having seen the dawn to come haunted by it like the blinding sun hoarding weapons for the days to come gathering covens, comrades Marching for a crimson glory plotting to manipulate hands of fate, or become them To break our chains or strangulate our gilded foes with our gathered hands we shall return our lands We come from before when the seers could see with those who sowed the trees in those vast green seas who erected the stones overturned by time and smashed by those who we'll crush like the throats of the tyrants behind the chains they once bound us in the shadows of their towering marble there will be plots among the masses, to see the forgotten fed while streets run red with total war between the classes So! Until then, let us work to bring about what could be called our place between this world and the next where the grating jaws of life dare not reach where the carefully stacked stones of our bonds to each other protect from the rays to be unleashed on our world by those cowards whos blood must be spilled may their world crumble in our gathered hands! The cinnabar banners of the material necessity of war will stream once more before the forgotten temples of the past the coming strife in the defense of life has been foretold Every tree cut will be avenged as their world is choked by its greed if the masses don't meet the need to fight for their own right to breathe... Be united, as its been said fists are stronger than a finger in the faces of our oppressors and enemies And with that, being said! find your joy, even in the shadow of the world to come, in the kinships, forged in the war against the eternal foes, the same earth in our wounds cements our bonds! masses fed, the illgotten gains, foothold in the war we will face From the shadows, to forge a might, with which we can, seize our home between worlds From the fields, to the mountains, collectivize we can forge, our home between worlds Out from beneath, the veil of fear, come forth to fight, for your home between worlds HOME IS A WEAPON IN THE WARS TO COME FOOD IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR FOR THE HOME BETWEEN SOIL IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR AGAINST THE WORLD TO COME WHAT GROWS FROM THE BLOOD AND BONE WILL BRING FORTH THE CHOSEN ONES THE EMPIRE CAN ONLY CRUMBLE IN THE MASSES GATHERED HANDS FROM ITS ASHES WE CAN GROW WHAT WE CAN A HOME IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR FOR THE SOIL IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR FOR THE HOME
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The ancient echo of blood dries like it bleeds through the pages of time the mass death implied by mixed tones and forgotten tongues Atrophiied social organs at the fringes of the dying empire called to what once was before a sacred duty to those who will come to be patterns of life must once again become etchings in the flesh roadmaps of the waterways as rituals of war become the oars thru the streams of life communal cleansing the flesh and the hearthfire preparation of the home where the ancestors are interred within the walls Laying into the grooves left by the tank treads of ritual blood-sprinkled papers burn gold and illuminate visions in the copal resin smoke gazing into the hollowed sockets of the inevitable and accepting what will be as lifetimes of toil dissipate with the illusions of what once seemed so real All returns to breath inverted trees drawing life from the air with or without the conscious mind individualist delusion mistakes the fruit for the tree disregarding the mystery that causes both to be the slow grope for eternity, the accumulating complexity of the material forms return once more to the void from whence they came, only to be released again, like a breath slightly held, or curse broken, whos caster has long ago died
3.
From the rural vastlands to the lush green trees and brown mountains flame charred earth returns to life in the growing storms to come let the masses prepare the rafts for the deluge of their wrath as the collective rage coagulates against the mere aesthetic pretensions people must gather their arms and their compassion so that in the ashes of the old world, new growth will bloom To seek the light of a less judgmental sun Gold stars in the smogblood sky illuminate a shining path from the mountains to the city how we can march with steadied aim and measured eye comrades hand in hand Towards the Crimson Triumph Go now forth, steeled and steeped as you must be in the wisdom of what has come before Through the fog of fear let the mind be as a spear in the phalanx with your siblings in battle Cast off the slavers cursed yoke of chattle to instead drag the sled of revolution Through the bog of indifference and the swamp of lies on the path bloodied by martyrs Do not aspire to become one of the corpses but live to fight, sharpen yourselves into weapons open our veins of the needless comfort or go forth up the temple steps of the great other and be honored with your own crimson triumph With the careful effort of the masses we can crush the eternal foes of the working class let the call to revolution be a warm invitation to truth the acceptance of death In the face of the fight for life towards the crimson triumph
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the sun has returned, cast a shadow in the stone, for the feast of blood, knife of the black mirror feast of flesh, feast of grain, to them its all the same since the golden one went to the place below and with their soul, did they sow, with our blood, did it grow when our mother returned his seed to mortal realm Return the land, heal the maize, untangle the silk within Remember, the blood to be spilled, and prepare for whats to come Be encircled by your brethren, and the sorority of eternity at the solstice hearth or through these hymns for winter center thyself, on what is, and its echo, from long ago witness the profane become the sacred as the memory returns and the hearthwood is consumed, and the waters begin to boil and the ancient aroma, fills the air, though tainted, with invaders flesh, this ritual restores our soil, but only through our toil, will the mother be made anew So, For the Sun and the Rain, bless our scourges' pain And may their cries remind us, we are all the same their sacrifice tills the soil for planting Let us match their sobs, with the songs we will sing til then, let the kernels' churn and the fires burn their bones, to the mortar and the pestle to thicken the boiling broth As the mountain of plantain leaves is consumed May the flesh be blessed and entombed shrouded, by the leaves and bound in twine and cast into the steam, where in its vapor holds the supernal memory of the matriarchs, they who have always kept the hearthfire, of the old gods, alive. Honoring, whether they know it or not, the suns' rise over the third temple, in the lost world, its echo felt, in their labor over the feast for centuries, on repeat Blood Kernel Cult Our Flesh In the Pot Our God is our Crop Hail the wheel of time Hail the workers, the crime Our god we will grind their lords, we will find on the flesh we will feast its ritual, eternity all partake so casually no thought of the casualties the pattern, eternal, its reason cthonic, and supernal partake as you will but consider the blood spilled, on the pyramids in the jungle or the blood spilled to forget them and hail those that remember
5.
Hear our sword in the making of our prayer materially Temehhse Ollini Tlasohtla Ehekatl Let the world's tragedy cease to feed our feast

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A collection of tracks familiar to all who have been following, but now finally all in once digital collection meant to accompany the acquisition our special edition Maizecult Churchburner long sleeve

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released April 6, 2023

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Periodeater Los Angeles, California

noise for the end, songs for beginning
guillotine dreams
and ancestor worship
whispers of the void manifested for those yet to come

PERIODEATER is perpetrated by
SUMMONER OF BLOOD

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