Vol. III & IV: Cult of the Void

by Seer

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $7 CAD  or more

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Vol. III & IV: Cult of the Void with matte finish and booklet.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Vol. III & IV: Cult of the Void via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days

      $12 CAD or more 

     

1.
2.
04:11
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.

credits

released July 7, 2017

Bronson Lee Norton - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Madison Norton - Drums
Josh Campbell - Bass Guitar, Synth
Kyle Tavares - Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals, Synth

Recorded and mixed by Stuart McKillop at Rain City Recorders in Vancouver, BC
Mastered by James Plotkin at Plotkinworks in Bethlehem, PA

Artwork by Waguna Wiryawan
Layout by Ogino Design

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Seer Vancouver, British Columbia

Headlong into the Glimmervoid.

contact / help

Contact Seer

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Ancient Sands (Rot Preacher)
Convoy reduced to utter decay
Eyes encrusted
Blind men search for a thoroughfare
Finding ourselves
Between sand and void

We speak in tongues
Solidified in the illusions of motion
Peripheral stigmatism

Unscathed, unaware
Stitched into the fabric of existence

Who then is wiser?
The leaden veteran who's foresight failed
Or the pallid youth who knows now
These wounds are not the type to heal

Fucked pilgrimage 
Cursed lineage

Bodies beg the ancient sands
Accept surrender, become one
Kneel where the Rot Preacher stands
Track Name: Acid Sweat
In the words of the ditch digger:
The winds push the sand
The sand fills the holes

Crippled
Skin worn away
Bloodied 
Digging his grave

His father
His father’s father
He buried his family
He murders his brother 

He eyes the company
We hold out the seeds
Despite his thirst
He spits at our feet

He stares as we depart 
A shell of a man
His last words never heard
As his lungs fill with sand

Ditch digger
Getting stiff
Drawing flies
Track Name: They Used Dark Forces
In a sea of baron
Quantum fluctuation 
Through dark forces
Polarize the divine balance

Like skeletons of trees
Void of consciousness
They are not of his blood
Nor his kin

The rift wanderer walks 
Between the cracks of past civilizations
A foreigner within the realm of man
He is unfragile

Poisoned by the milk
From the creature’s breast
Nature’s burden becomes his
Becomes him

He does not seek reparations
But refuge in a grave
A cosmic tomb
Fit for the dead

They speak
Track Name: Burnt Offerings
The smoke rises from the funeral pyre
He watches as his remains contort at the will of the winds 
Much as his body did in life 
They pushed and pulled at his skin

The ancients called to deaf ears
A primordial instinct disowned 
He walked among the ones who walk
And fell amongst those who die 

He who built the shape 
And denied his form be shaped by them
He who fought his ways
The smoke consumes him 

Come, enter the salt circle 
Discern this use for the dead
A shorter path is revealed 
By he who eats his time

The symbol grants his passage
He is embraced within
Spirit coalesced
He, the great waste
Track Name: I: Tribe of Shuggnyth
A line drawn in the sand
Where on one side death reigns 
On the other 
Life sprouts abruptly from the earth 

Branches entangle limbs
Sinking to our knees
The old ones ponder our intention
Now at the mercy of the trees

Gaia's stronghold
Her last gasping breath
No great man in our presence 
Lesser men have reduced her to this
Track Name: II: Spirit River
The bonds fall away
Passage is granted 
Along the spirit river
Along the holy river

Proceed
Track Name: III: Passage of Tears
Beset by tree and fog
Our sisters disappear 
Silent into thin air

The mother tastes death
Hood sneers
His vile limbs find purchase 
She recoils

A mass grave
Generations wide
Our children lay
Faceless
Track Name: संसार
The man from another place lays atop his funeral pyre
The deathrone of a king
But not of here
Not of this place
Not of here
Not of this world

Fated Tribe of Shuggnyth
Bearers of the void
Who bore witness to the pillars of creation
To kneel here in the halls of extinction
Behold the tool of your undoing
To light the fire
To shift the poles
To stop the rot
To end the world

The man has seen things
We know
The man has pondered existence
But we know
The man is a conductor
We know it well
The man lives in a dream
We know it all too well
And we never sleep

The solution
Darkness
Only darkness
The void has spoken

To spark life
In the heat death
A seed is planted
No rebirth is without pain

Take us