Hubble Volumes, by Kastchei

Hubble Volumes

by Kastchei

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1.	Hubble Volumes 03:16	lyrics	buy track
I hold my morbid glass to murky stars To where a trillion other glasses are; Magnifying all the depths of sky I catch my features in a suicide, Through the bending light and godless mass Leaks the memory of futures passed. Through the wormhole and its twisted light I pray to see my evil fate put right. The endless pointless scenes in front of me Repeat themselves throughout eternity; Overwhelmed by possibility, Endless random mediocrities. . I cast my morbid gaze to foreign rooms. I scan the stretching sky for hidden clues. In the multitude of forking hells I see my failings in my countless selves. In the dreary mistlight mapping time Every night I watch my fates align. My image cowers beyond the edge of space. My death is endless in the plane of place.
2.	Hatching, Life! 01:54	lyrics	buy track
Smiling pride. An egg in the eye. Hatching life. Tiny eyes. The eyes and mind shall bend towards vice, Both to die and feed shiteflies. The flies will dwell in the slime and the shit And I shall shit as I see fit And in my eye I will fix grit In a corneal pit where eggs shall sit. Blind I preside over kingdom come, My holy see of slime and scum. Mortified I blindly preside Mummified with flies inside. Tiny eyes outliving life, Outliving life and shite and vice. Blind I preside, slimy with pride In the hazy glum with an eyeful of thumb.
3.	In The Village Gaol 03:51	lyrics	buy track
I awoke alone With a weight in my chest And some bones in the garden Stripped clean of flesh. They took me in And sent a man. He was found in the garden Stripped clean of flesh. Waterflowing voice leaks into me cell, wyrming wyrmy wyrmlike words, Speaking evil thoughts to chill me blood and scrunvulate me grods alive. A shroudy visitor glistens in the hall and scraws his claws towards me bars. His stinking maw does sparkle with snaken teeth and cowey wetful tongue. I cower in the bedsheet and cover up me eyes but my ear betrayeth the bending bars. He twists between the gap and his tongue caress me brow and play towards the eye. He slurpeth up me eyelids and draws me sight to his and opens wide his maw, And that’s when I awake in my clear and sparkling garden, a bony old mess of a man.
4.	In The House Of The Dog 04:57	lyrics	buy track
In the house of the dog I watch the women and the men. I sip my drink in the lamplight. In the house of the dog I see the stranger at the door. I see the dirt at his feet. In the house of the dog The women dance away. The men retire to bed. In the house of the dog The marshlight leaks inside. He shares his wicked plan. In the house of the dog He draws me to my feet. A certain time come. From the house of the dog To the forest in the night. To the heart of the marshlight. Unholy mushroom grant me flight, Evil salve grant me sight. Straddled on a swarthy toad, Rising through the rottenbranch, High above the marshland To the palace of the goat. To the house of the dog With the evil at my back And the dirt at my feet. To the house of the dog With the rune on the bezoar And the knowledge of the marshlight. In the house of the dog I cast the rune in the morning And wait for the marshlight. In the house of the dog I watch the women and the men I sip my drink in the marshlight.
5.	How I Lost My Eye 06:50	lyrics	buy track
Ten years ago I walked a northern moor Where I glimpsed a mucoused witch who cursed me pervert’s eye And sent me back to town through misty depthless fields Followed home by frogs and bats and unfamiliar thoughts. A year from that I met me godly wife. We were married in a church that faced that godless moor. I said she were me first and as such so me son And all were right for me but for I half did see. Father. Yes son? Why ye misty eye? I once had a lover, who left me for the sky. Ye’ve a brother on the moorside who you shall never meet He walks just like a badger, with mushrooms at his feet. His temperament is much like yours but not so well behaved He came out older than the hills and smelling of the grave I take him chops and gingerbread the eve of each feast day And call upon his mother when yours has gone away.
6.	Yawning Tuonela 02:54	lyrics	buy track
cancerousweedbreathingfilthn noxiousfumesmassmurder yawninghell hiddenknowledgecorruptforesight yawninghell satantowersbelchingfilth blackeningskiesboilingearth yawninghell hiddenknowledgecorruptforesight boilingearthcancerousweed yawninghell chokingonfalsehooddrowningforprofit trackdowntheliarsgiveouttheirnames
7.	"He Crawled On The Ground, Like An Ape" 06:13	lyrics	buy track
In the midnight of my chamber He crawls on the ground like an ape. Cackling through his slathermouth In a humourless display. His wartknots bend Through the ribs of his chest. His rottoungue tends Towards the tips of my breast. My mirrormooned glaucomic shroud Shields me from his grimly sneered. I see not fingernails decay And elsewhat twistvained fears. His sickbreath clouds My mortal sight. From the window crack And his writhewormshite. He sweats me waking In rich disgust, My lungs a-coating With mothhandsdust.
8.	Beekeeper 08:47	lyrics	buy track
When I am old I will keep bees. I’ll wear a mask And tend the trees. Out on the hills When I am old. Soon from now I will keep bees. When I am old And stopped with life And stopped with talk I will keep bees. I will keep bees And a basket weave By the water wheel. Soon from now. I will drink in the warm months and die in the cold months And be blind in the cold months and die in the cold months.

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Conceived and performed 2018-2020.

The band's share of all digital proceeds from this page (that's everything except Bandcamp and Paypal fees) goes to Detention Action, who provide support to people held in the UK's immigration detention system. For physical copies, we donate everything over the minimum price.
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released November 22, 2020

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Kastchei UK

Blackmetalpunk from the UK. Kastchei physical at thedropacollective.bandcamp.com

The band's share of all digital proceeds from this page (that's everything except Bandcamp and Paypal fees) goes to Detention Action, who provide support to people held in the UK's immigration detention system. For physical copies, we donate everything over the minimum price.
detentionaction.org.uk ... more