Like Straining Boughs

by Old Graves

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Twilight Fauna A beautiful combination of atmospheric black metal and folk Favorite track: The Short Way Home.
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CARPAGE Four absolute gems! So much musical diversity that repeated listens constantly reward. A one man project that sounds like a five man group, this man can write! More please.... Favorite track: She Was A Silhouette Against The Sunlight.
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Recorded in the fall and winter of 2014.

Physical copies available here on CD-R:


released April 15, 2014

Colby H. - All instruments



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Old Graves Abbotsford, British Columbia

Northwestern Black Metal

Naturmacht Productions

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Track Name: The Short Way Home
The stars hesitate before they fade
no light permeates this lifeless landscape.

Time falls on broken soil
like silent blankets of lonely sleep.
Still and weak.

Debris writes me
a dance of solitude.
Growth born in death
throw me into isolation.
Track Name: Ashen Sleep
Inhale ash of older days
with balance, restfully.

Trusted in troubled sleep
I long to breathe.

Earth, now take me
Light breaks me.
Track Name: She Was A Silhouette Against The Sunlight
We watched the pelican spread its wings
my still mind sat stagnant
with haunting voice.

Wind howled through open wounds
she was a silhouette against the sunlight.

The dream fades, I lay alone
while tranquil sadness persists
I'm home.

I wash away.