turquoise green cassettes for the maize cult hordes. limited to 50 copies
Includes unlimited streaming of Hymns for the Redeification of Maize
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
special limited release of a linen paper wrapped CD-R sealed with wax
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T-Shirt/Shirt + Digital Album
Preorder for black long sleeve shirt emblazoned with a scene of indigenous communists burning a colonial church framed with a border of tangled roots. On the right sleeve, a towering 17 ft tall stalk of Mayan maize, and on the left sleeve, a rendering of a stone obelisk inspired by those on Ometepe island in the motherland of Nicaragua, on the back, Periodeater amongst the towering maize framed in a border of gnarled and tangled roots
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Special, limited edition t-shirt featuring a painting of a veiled skull in prayer painted by Kria Lindquist with a back design lay out by Summoner of Blood
Includes unlimited streaming of Hymns for the Redeification of Maize
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This song came forth from the ancient crypt of the people's temple to become a track we release as an offering to the "Black Metal Rainbows" but also as a statement that, Rainbow Capitalism is Not Queer Liberation.
We hope this track inspires our queer siblings in joining the eternal fist in the perpetual foe of us all in its most brutal form; global imperialist capitalism
lyrics
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
supported by 29 fans who also own “A Home Between Worlds”
What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
